I’m a proud owner of two Leonardo Nierman’s original paintings. They really look like corrugated paper. You have to look close to see that it is an oil painting on canvas.

Suddenly the Olsen twins’ refusal to have anything to do with the former cast and show makes so much sense and I have a newfound respect for them.

She’s enough of a celebrity because of Full House to avoid really being in the world, like the rest of us are forced to.

She’s barely a celebrity but she is a religious nut like her brother Kirk Cameron, which accounts for her weirdness. She’s another one, like Kim Davis, that likes to talk about her “gay friends” despite being an anti-gay bigot.

I agree with her, it is the same thing as rape, well that is if rape had an entirely different definition.

As someone who has a live-in MIL: wow, that lady takes the cake. Can we trade?

I’m a nurse (although no longer actively practicing) and my friends and I have long had a name for those hospitals. We call them “bleeding ass hospitals,” as in “If I get run over by a bus, you throw my bleeding ass in a car and take me back to a real hospital in <insert large city>.”

You won the fucking MIL lottery

My mom is quite a bit like that. Former and present paramours have found my parents to be a (hilariously embarrassing) perk to dating or marrying me. Only difference is that my mom would have known immediately what was happening, laughed her ass off before getting medical attention, and ribbed us about it until the…

I had good times with a woman who loved baby oil, used it for ALL the fun. Never had a problem.

Your mother-in-law is a legend.
Also, is it just me, that I’d much rather someone think I’m having shower sex with my husband than think he’s pooping a foot away from me while I’m in the shower?

I am SO SAD for your sexy shower disaster, but absolutely delighted by your mother-in-law. What a lady.

Your MIL sounds kind of awesome.

Suddenly I have a new fantasy. I will lay in bed with my dogs watching the Gilmore Girls while hot men bring me food and sex.

I generally love this idea as far as huge beds go, and as far as pet space goes, but I do not love it as far as laundry goes. I try to change our sheets once a week (sex, hot climate, three cats) and I feel like I am constantly doing laundry. If I had seven pets and a bed that used two sets of sheets ... ugh the…

Also for aging pets. Says the woman who just put a step stool next to her bed for her 14-year-old tubby tabby.

Man, this stuff is from the 70’s! I remember seeing this stuf in SF back as far as 1978, if not earlier. Same techniques, looks like. Just like tie styles, returning every 40 years. Next thing is gonna be moustaches! (Been waiting for that one. I can do that!)

I did the 1980’s version of that when I was like 7. I was watching Home Shopping Club at my grandmothers house and decided to call the number. They had JUST launched an automated ordering system which didn’t require an operator to take your call as long as your phone number was registered as already having an account.

I tried to star a work email the other day. :(

I was about to “reblog” this and I realised I was not on tumblr.