It’s what I drank in college, because it was cheap and pink and I never did like Chardonnay.

Well maybe he wanted a WHOLE WHEAT waffle, duh!

Waht? Did someone call me?

Someone recently was telling me about his niece, who lives in Oregon, which has no sales tax, and works across the border in Washington - which has no state income tax. (I think you do actually do have to pay estimated tax for Oregon if you do that, but still not a bad deal).

Yeah, I was just thinking of this hole-in-the-wall Vietnamese place that I like that has ... pretty much all of Asia on their menu. Like, Pad Thai and curries.

ALWAYS AND FOREVEEEERRRRR

Another blog I follow called her “golden Jedi bitch”. That’s a compliment, btw.

I really do not understand how that is staying up. If it was in a video game I’d be mad at the designers.

I am a Jennifer Lynn who knows probably 20 other Jennifer Lynns. And my best friend in 4th grade was Cheryl Lynn.

Yeah, I’m not really into the romance/erotica genre in general, but The Boss is VERY good.

I fled California for Washington.

No, I’m not high but I’m starting to think maybe I should be.

This has been my attitude toward alcohol with my teen. She snuck some vodka once, and then guiltily confessed. It’s just not as tempting when she knows she can ask for a sample at dinner.

Daaaaaaamn

My husband got glutened a couple months ago - and this was in Seattle where practically every restaurant has gluten-free options marked right on the menu. He’d taken three bites of his pasta when the server ran out and grabbed his plate and was like “oops we gave you regular pasta by mistake.”

Yeah, I mean, that’s basically a celiac kind of thing too. Almost no one will DIE on the spot if they get gluten, but they quite possibly will destroy your bathroom. And if they’re my spouse, a week later they’ll be covered it itchy blisters as well.

I’m not letting Mr. Bells shave his, because he did once and he looked 19. It was horrifying.

I still want to scruff it.

I have literally had to hose the poor child off because he was covered. It was horrific.

The real irony is that I spent years hating avocados, and living in California where everyone thinks you’re nuts for mot liking them. And now that I like them I’ll probably end up allergic to them.