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it shifts down a bit, but you'd have to really be contracting your uterus to push it all the way out. I usually just give it a little nudge afterwards.

OR, you could wet your hands and turn off the water, then scrub all you want, then turn the water back on to rinse. I do this erryday.

I mean, cost of living is still wildly cheap compared to the coasts. Drink prices are steadily climbing each year ... though like I mentioned, most places with high prices are applying them to craft beers and cocktails, and there's a big difference between a $15 craft cocktail and a $15 gin and tonic.

Unfortunately that's no longer the case. As much as I hate people knocking my hometown for being in the flyover zone, drink prices are starting to reach Manhattan-level ridiculousness. Though that's usually for craft beers and cocktails, so I guess we're still winning.

It isn't that it's coming out of her paycheck, it's that the cost is most of her paycheck so most of the money she herself is earning is going to not seeing her baby. I'm sure a lot of men feel the same way, but just don't feel like they have the platform to talk about it or the option to stay at home (and,…

OMG GUYS. I roasted a chicken for my now-husband when we were dating. AND NOW HE'S MY HUSBAND. #chickenmagic

They must've change the rules, because when I was there the only way I could see the Mona Lisa was by holding my camera up over the crowd and snapping a picture.

Really? I took hella photos at the Louvre. That was about 9 years ago though.

Well in the six months since i made this comment i have picked up oil pulling. I'm basically a professional now

Preach. I distinctly recall feeling like o wasn't womanly enough because I had a thigh gap at 15. Only it wasn't called a thigh gap then. It was called bird legs.

Taking fashion notes for 2019.

nothing.

<Me right now.

I'm with you. I want to make a full English for dinner. Mmmmm beans and eggs.

I've chosen not to get in to this argument, because it seemed all too familiar... and your comment reminded me. A while back there was a story on Gawker about a man raping his pit bull. I actually got in an argument with people about whether or not animals could consent to sex. I was saying it is not possible for…

My cat's name is Cleopatra Hatshepsuit Nofret Anksunamun. I mean, I usually call her Cleo, but goddamn it, she's got a full name just like every other member of this household!

Yep, I have a black cat named Shadow. I feel like I have to give everyone a disclaimer stating that I did not choose that name for her.

Seriously making me regret chopping off my hair. I keep asking myself, did I take advantage of the braiding opportunities? I mean, I did cute milkmaid braids from time to time but did I REALLY take full advantage of the long hairs?

This. Is. The. Best.