Dusty rose is referred to as “old lady pink” in my family because of course I come up with excellent names.

One of my good friends would very much like to fight you right now, lol.

Took me a second (because I sew and CAN create pants). And then I chortled.

Glad I could help.

People are always amazed when I say that I don’t have a favorite color. I don’t. I love all colors. Including this poop green (which I’d actually describe as a dark Army green but w/e).

All colors are special.

Same.

The comment in my head while reading this story was along the lines of “Damn, we don’t even need to type out that quote anymore.”

That poor woman and her precious baby :(

This is amusing because I know Shelfies as the company that makes my awesome shirt that I wear to the Zoo and Wild Animal Park all the time (it usually makes a park employee laugh).

Yeah, it was some bullshit like that. “Brakes at 0%, tires worn to the cords, transmission fluid burned like forgotten french fries”...and something else I’ve blocked from memory out of the sheer insanity of it all. I had to sign a liability release just to get my car back.

I had a Honda dealer basically tell me that my car was a death trap with a list of “critically worn” parts and fluids when I took it in for a cheapie oil change. It had 35k on it. I largely think it had to do with my being female and I politely told them to take a hike. Yeah, the brakes and tires were wearing down,…

I detailed the hell out of my car in memory of my brother today. Like, washed with dish soap to strip the wax, claybar’d it, washed again, rewaxed, and a final wash. The four things he loved most in life were cars (specifically cleaning up his truck), dogs, music (Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and Slayer), and booze (Jack…

When my company started hiring college graduates who were born in the 90s I kinda lost my shit.

I had the same thought process. ‘84 here.

Oh my gosh.

I believe it’s a cubic yard. IIRC this is how those rental dump bins and concrete orders are measured.

Right? As it is I borrow a tent from friends when I camp because I plain can’t afford that shit.

I hope the tents, sleeping bags, and air mattresses were donated to the homeless though.

This reminded me of how my step dad make us dress up in our Sunday finest to go on a damn airplane. In like 1994. I felt like a frickin sideshow.

Once a week I need to leave the office in a skirt (I go volunteer with my church and I need to look decent) and I’m so afraid that someone is going to start a rumor that I’m interviewing. I mean, like, minimal makeup and hair clipped in a bun so it’s obvs not, but males don’t understand these things. Amazing what…

This is exactly what I was thinking. I’m a graphic designer for a small software company and “daily professional” is jeans and a polo (and the company bought us polos soooo hell yeah free work clothes). It’s fine for our daily operations since only the salespeople actually see customers in person. If we’re going to…

In my case dysfunction = hell no. Moving out on my own has been the best thing for my mental health ever.

(you probably didn’t want that answer)