Unless the cat dies first. I am going to be a inconsolable heap of sad mess when my Jo-bear dies. She’s six and the last pet my grandfather ever gave me, she loves towels and mark ruffalo.

I have every intention on being the most violent hateful pregnant lady on the planet. Don’t touch me. Don’t ask stupid questions. I am growing a sentient being do not fuck with me.

Hey now, some of us like ‘em bald.

1) I thought this post was going to be about Colonel Angus

My boyfriend and I played this the other night. We apparently are only good at communicating what wires to cut and what squigglies look like but not ‘this place is too crowded and giving me the willies, can we go home now?’

My boyfriend does this, makes me so incredibly frustrated.

I started at 9 too. I’m 28.

I had a boob ultrasound to check for abnormalities earlier this year. My doctor said that if something looked hinky then we’d do the mammo, but everything was fine so I just got slimmed and went back to work.

One of my proudest moments was when I was finally tall enough to see myself in the mirror in my grandfather’s bathroom.

I’m really hoping to be able to do a couple costume with my boyfriend, BECAUSE I’VE ONLY DATED SAD SACKS IN THE PAST AND THIS IS MY ONE CHANCE. It’s one of the things I thought I’d always get to do as an adult and now I’m almost 30 and have never done it.

There’s this little terracotta disk that you can put in your brown sugar to keep it not brick-like.

omg what is that potato? I need a potato like that in my life p:

I made chicken fettuccine alfredo. Sauce was from scratch. I think there’s something wrong with my nose and taste buds though, because my brain kept getting a bad milk taste but my person said it didn’t taste like that to him.

Hah! I sent in money to their reproductive rights campaign and they sent the nicest thank you note.

Frances looks more and more like my grandmother the older she gets. Or at least a version of my grandmother that had a less stressful life, ww2 and all that.

In my last single spree I learned that bald men do it for me. Especially a bald man with chest hair. Not saying that that’s the only reason why I’m with my guy, he’s amazing in all the ways I could ever want, but the sexy baldness is like frosting on the handsome cake.

So did she not know anyone above a size 10? or was she saying that anyone who wasn’t a size 10 needed to lose weight?

i’m not big on hugs, but i imagine ruffles is a great hugger

Ordered all the Paula’s Choice rosacea samples as was suggested by a commented last week. My only regret is that they aren’t here yet and I had to wear a scarf today due to a giant zit on my neck. How do you even get a big zit on your neck????

My boyfriend’s beard hair is like that, we had to get him beard conditioner and a special comb or else his hairs try to grow back into his face. I think you could use actual regular conditioner on your pit and leg hair though, you can use it as shaving cream too in a pinch.