You know what? I was just thinking I need to go home and take a nap. I think I'll do just that. I think I've earned it haha

Well, actually, his "voice" was a British accent - he was quite the proper gentleman, after all. haha (Yes, I'm fully aware I'm a crazy dog lady.)

I wish he were talking about doing something similar to this video (which someone posted on Jez over the weekend) but suspension of disbelief only goes so far...

I am in a coffeeshop and laughed so hysterically, a little boy ran over to see what was so funny. He obviously doesn't get the "french girls" meme, but he did laugh at the silly doggy.

Oh for Pete's sake. Seriously, fuck off Jack Dalrymple. But I'm going to focus on the banning of abortions for reasons of genetic abnormalities. Because, even barring the fetuses who have been given no chance for survival, there are so many more decisions a couple should take into account if their fetus, say, has…

No lie, I actually cried. That is the most adorable thing ever. EVER. It really does wonders for one's self-confidence.

See? I love hearing other people's pet stories and love sharing my own (but I also know my audience, which is probably what she was getting at).

I know! I will never ever have the kind of effortless cool those two manage to exude, though Willow especially, and I am all kinds of green-eyed monster about it too.

I don't have a picture, but my family dog is convinced he's my mom's shadow (even though she is only mildly amused by him at best, annoyed at worst - my poor mom is a non-animal person in a house full of animal people). One morning, she was rushing around because she was late to work and not paying attention to what…

Sigh. The rational part of me knows nobody's perfect. But the sound you're hearing? That's the irrational part of me beating my fists against the ground in anguish.

Oh no, is he really a jerk?! What were these stories or the contexts in which they occurred?

He is always so excited and earnest about everything he does. It's incredibly endearing. I've had a silly crush on him since 3rd Rock from the Sun - and I hope he's jut as cool and "regularJOE" as he makes himself out to be.

I used to change/wash my sheets at least once a month (I'd try for twice but always got lazy)...until I moved to a place where I had to walk a mile just to get to a laundromat (yes, walk). It's been about 2 months since the last time I changed my sheets but as soon as I move into my new place with a washer/dryer right…

Oh, hon. That guy was being ridiculous and completely, majorly douchey. He had no right to tell you that, no right to comment on your body like that because it wasn't his to comment on.

My aunt's co-worker once did a demonstration with this shirt/pants/other articles of clothing made from a special fabric that would help you lose weight. I think I remember the "science" being that the fabric had charged ions that would seep into your body and act as a barrier against fat sticking to your insides (but…

I know. Everybody gets angry, but there's no reason that physicality should be a part of it. Hitting or punching or shaking should never be part of a punishment (and I say that as a kid who grew up getting spanked for broken rules or bad grades).

Your friend took such a good approach - it's just one that's hard to, as you say, have the presence of mind to do. I'll have to look up ways to report things like this because I seem to run into situations like this quite a bit. Next time, I'll be prepared.

I went to the circus today (Ringling Bros & Barnum and Bailey stopped in DC recently), having never gone before, and didn't care for it. At all. The performances were so gendered, none of the animals looked like they were having fun (except maybe the dogs jumping over hurdles), and there was this uncomfortable use of…

Ohh, I realized that ever since I discovered Harry Potter, I've re-read the series (or what had been published at the time) every summer, right around August. Religiously. I have practically memorized bits and pieces of it...I also re-read A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett right when the weather gets dreary…