It took me a little time, but I did train my husband about salt. He takes a bite before reaching for the shaker now. It only took a couple of times of me deliberately over salting a dish or two per meal to teach him to taste first. By over salting I only mean adding a little more than normal but enough that you would…

He’s still alive? You have way more self control than I do.

All the stars in the universe for you!

He can’t wait to break this law. Ah bless his heart.

I am having a very shit day, and this goes a very long way toward brightening it. I know my state (Georgia) will cry and gnash teeth over this, but it feels really nice to see this day finally come.

That has to be so comfortable. Sadly I fidget too much for linen so I end up looking like I just rolled out of bed.

Palazzo pants for the win!

If you’re horrible so am I.

I remember the caramel fiends all too well. I can’t imagine how nasty that much caramel sauce would be, but I don’t really enjoy overly sweet beverages in any case.

I got that when I worked at Starbucks. Yeah, I don’t have kids so that means I hatched from an egg.

Thank you so much for saying this. Beyond the fact that I will always be team artist against some entitled brat; it was her attempts to make this about gender discrimination and sexism that were completely offensive.

How have I never heard of a Vincent Price cookbook? I need this. I need this now.

Exactly this. We’ve gotten hung up on whether one guy has a right to an opinion that differs to one blogger instead of on why visible ink is still (in 2015 FFS) considered a career ender. OMFG one guy didn’t like my idea it’s the end of the world and feminism and shit. If I had a dime for every guy who ever said he…

We also only have one side of the story so we don’t truly know how all of this went down. I’m much less inclined to wholly believe Jane Marie’s version of events just based on the fact that she couldn’t wait to get home and start trashing this guy and his work. That truly makes her look like the level headed person in…

I’ve never understood getting teeny tiny tattoos because they always end up bleeding and looking awful in such a short time.

Me thinks some couple’s marriage is on the rocks, and they certainly can’t blame themselves for their problems.

I love, love, love this man! I love his art. I love his wit. I love his wisdom. Most of all I love his spirit.

It’s not even like his other work is even mock worthy; it’s all well done ink. I wouldn’t have any of them etched into my skin, except for the yarn one, but that’s not the point.

I used to work with this woman who somehow talked a shop into putting a ladybug on top of her foot. She comes to work the next day proud as hell of this tattoo that was so tiny it looked like a fucking blood blister on her foot. I immediately asked her which shop and artist did that and put them on my do not use under…

I love that, it’s like a permanent henna design.