Buying is hell. HELL. As someone further down suggested, I would see about getting additional estimates from masons as they will all be wildly different. And then make your decision from there. But, if the owners won’t meet you in the middle or negotiate at all, you probably should walk away. Sometimes it just isn’t…

• Take your husband to the first performance of your nanny’s level 1 improv class.

After developing the most intense craving for Arby’s a few weeks back, I indulged for the first time in maybe 15 years. I want to be ashamed, but it was phenomenally delicious. Wanted to get a second one, but refrained.

Full skirt! I cannot wait to get one to make cleaning easier/better! (what is all the glue like dust that ends up on toilets??)

“Is that your REAL hair?” started when I was an infant, apparently. Beside the fact that asking this at all is totally rude, it is never about the hair color, they always say hair. My husband is also often congratulated on bagging a redhead! People are so clueless about their rudeness.

Honestly, redheads are discriminated against. It isn’t as bad as other discrimination that other minorities feel*, I’m certain, but basically anything, even the color of your hair, that makes one different from someone else and/or the discriminators perceived notions of what people should or shouldn’t be provides…

I think the actors in this are the only thing redeeming this show—they really are making the absolute best with no very much at all. Although it absolutely KILLS me that they have given Kelly Reilly, who is a really good actress, absolutely NOTHING to do. Why is that character even in this show? Anyway, I actually…

And some of the worst fucking dialogue I have EVER heard and I suffered through HS drama writing.

My, what a long, thick neck you have, Alfred.

I absolutely understand what you are feeling. I feel that way often—and I often have to just escape as well, which honestly, is so much worse because the place I want to be is in my house, my sanctuary, not being forced to engage with other people! I too have gotten the two headed stare—he still does not understand…

Freaking out when people come over unannounced? YES. This happened to me this weekend—the in-laws, of all people, showed up way earlier than they were told they could. I had an epic meltdown because I do not want to listen to people’s endless, ridiculous chatter from the moment I wake up and they took the time away…

Do it!

They have those for the portaloo’s in Paris—right by the Eiffel Tower. It seems incredibly inefficient though—it sprays everything down with a sanitizer after the door is closed upon exit and then allows someone else to enter. Everything stays wet for always. And there is a never ending line.

Did you know that you keep the skin on the garlic when using a press? I just found this out recently and I cook—a lot. It makes cleaning it about 35% easier because you just lift the skin (and kinda a lot of garlic, but...) out of the cage and then rinse it. Still hard because the stupid thing is tiny but for me, when…

Dude. That is some spite right there. What an asshole. I weep for you. Maybe you can buy it a piece at a time at TJ Maxx or Home Goods or whatever?

The second kind is SO MUCH BETTER, they shouldn’t even make the first kind!

...can we please see it? It sounds really lovely.

I’m still in the gray’s, so probably no one is going to see this, but whatever. After responding to another poster earlier in the day, I couldn’t stop thinking about this thread because my marriage is falling apart. There are a lot of reasons and it really sucks but mostly I just don’t think we should have ever been…

First off, yes, hugs to you. Deciding to leave is huge although working up the nerve to actually do it is also very huge—then the hugest of all is actually leaving. I suffered through an abusive relationship for almost seven years, left once, went back, everything got so much worse and then I finally had enough. I was…

I tried that once and I was certain I was going to die from the pain. She just did a small, soooo small for all the pain it caused patch and I nearly punched that lady in the face. My arm pit throbbed with my heartbeat for hours. I can still feel that if I think about it. Will never do again.