I thought the door was near the server as well, and that the people helping up the douchebag looked concerned for him. I guess I shouldn’t surprised no one went to see if the server was OK. I would like to believe that they were too scared of her awesomeness to go near her after watching her take down their asshole…

We used to flag people in the computer system for a retail job I had. Anytime we had to deal with the flagged people (flagged as “PITA”) we’d have a manager on hand so there’d be a witness to the dickish crap they’d try and pull - and they’d have an escort to the door when we told them to take their business elsewhere…

But...no. No. I refuse to believe that exists (even though I Googled it and know in my heart now that it does exist). I am going to go drink all the whiskey in my cupboard and see if that will murder my short term memory.

These sound like the same sorts of people who had epic freakouts over the character of Rue in The Hunger Games because they were true to the book rather than recasting her character as a blonde, blue-eyed white girl. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t it seems.

The photo looks like they caught her juuuuust as she was about to fully smile. I’m not in love with this shot of her but holy crap is she ever gorgeous! And I think it’s awesome they photographed her breastfeeding like it’s no big deal. Because, really, it’s no big deal.

Our long weekend was last weekend here in Canada, but it seems neighbourly somehow to celebrate the Memorial Day weekend too. Martinis for all!

You are hired as my bartender. :D

I used to bring the IT person (or people) working on stuff for me cookies and/or coffee - and I found that they were generally more inclined to have time to fix things when I asked. And I tried not to ask unless I really couldn’t figure it out for myself.

Mmmm....now I want a dirty martini. It’s nearly noon here - that’s not too early is it?

I’m turning 40 this year and have never been happier with myself as a person - but I’m in the same boat, my confidence and swagger isn’t wanted or deemed attractive. I’m supposed to shut up and step back and let someone with perkier tits have her moment in the sun (preferably a topless moment if the judgemental…

I use my crockpot to make chicken stock - it’s so nice to just toss everything in the pot and walk away. I usually turn on the pot before bed and leave it on overnight and so far, it’s turned out far better than any stock I ever made in a pot on the stove.

I live in Vancouver, BC, so I would buy a house with a backyard big enough for a patio, hot tub, huge garden and a couple of really big dogs. In fact, the lot would be so huge that there’s no possible way I would have to deal with a neighbour’s house that’s 10 feet away from mine where I can hear them arguing over who…

I also want to visit here. I like to crochet goofy little monsters.

Nope. Owning up to her shitty actions would mean taking actual responsibility for them and then apologising sincerely and working to repair the damage in a positive way that shows she’s learned from her mistakes.

I would like to subscribe to this life. I will be slobbing around my own island in flipflops, and sundresses (if there’s company) and other wise, totally nekkid, because who the hell would care that I don’t look like a Victoria’s Secret model?

I remember that - that mother got a lot a crap over that (and, imo, rightly so - waayyyy too easy to make fun of those names).

My Dad’s childhood dog would eat roadkill, but not brussel sprouts. Even if they were mixed into a huge bowl with loads of other food, the sprout(s) at the bottom would be licked clean and left behind.

My cousin’s son once dropped his fork in horror when he found out my Grandmother had served him angel food cake. “Gramma!! There are ANGELS in this??” We laughed, and reassured it him it was angel free - but he only ate the icing just to be safe.

I had never seen this before - but I love it :D

I thought the colour of those pencils said, “Diaper Blue” at first. I am a little disappointed to be wrong.