Your sentiment was clear anyway.

It is really rude, but I have to say, that joint is excruciating every year lol. I love my kid and all, but the band is always like the Halloween Town band in the Nightmare Before Christmas trying to play carols. This year they played "Rainbow Connection" and I couldn't even hum along (!!!)

Twice a year we have to sit through the Middle School Band and Chorus Concert. There's 5th grade band screeching their way through two or three songs, then 6th grade band, which is marginally better. Maybe 3 songs from them. Now let's bring the 5th grade back to have one song from both bands. Interlude: The high…

Good luck!

Luckily, the worst that ever happened to me from hiding in a leaf pile was rolling in some dog shit.

We live near Camp David, and then there's also this place called Site R a mile away that's a fucking UNDERGROUND PENTAGON INSIDE A MOUNTAIN (!!!!) so military choppers like to fly nice and low. Me no likey. :-/

Understood, it sounds like you have good reasons to be concerned. When I posted my original comment, I hadn't read the rest of the details, so what works for me isn't really applicable to your situation. Hope things even out for you guys....sounds very stressful for you too!

I generally enjoy the hiking while stoned. Except for the one time I managed to convince myself the trail was looping back on itself and we'd passed that tree twice already, I swear, and it was like a Stephen King novel.

Edited this because I posted before I had read all the other comments, sounds like you got some good advice!

So glad you're safe now.

Bwahaha cockbibs! Those were the days!

BWAHAHAHAHA. I saw the word "Old" in the title and thought, "Oh hey, this looks like something I'd be interested in, being old." And then I got to the part about "late twenties/early thirties." Me and my grey hair and wrinkles will be over here knitting an afghan if you need us.

I WORK for an agency assisting victims of intimate partner violence and/or sexual assault. This makes my hair hurt....but it's been a long fucking week, so I'm going to just shake my head and back away.

I'm glad he has you to try to help him.

We recently downgraded from a king to a queen. I HATE it. I miss having my own space, with the option to "meet in the middle" so to speak.

right on

I'm in Prevention Education for an agency that helps victims of domestic violence and sexual assault. We offer programs covering these topics in schools, and we do a lot of them. Sadly, though, once a school year just isn't enough. This needs to be a huge priority.

I teach domestic violence and sexual assault prevention ed classes; would you mind if I start using this? Because this is what I want to say to them, as I'm shaking them by the shoulders when they just don't get it.

Sing it, sister. Night Sweats represent.

My very brief foray did not go well. I wouldn't advise it.