It’s in the “oh no, everything’s gone to hell!” fund. Also known as an all purpose emergency fund. I suppose a bit for retirement too. The thing about growing up poor is that you learn to dread emergencies/unexpected expenses. I’m always convined that something terrible is right around the corner. I do have enough…

It’s probably not super healthy but to clarify, I don’t completely deprive myself. I’m frugal but I do some fun things. In fact, I’ve recently taken up a hobby and I’m working through the issue with “wasting” money on something that’s just fun.

I’ve got money anxiety. Because of it, I’ve never been able to keep a budget. My approach is to save as much as humanly possible. Even if I budgeted for fun things, I would feel guilty actually spending it.

No. I think people who grow up poor either become super 0bsessed with money or develop terrible money habits. I went down the obsession path.

I love that he’s the same size as the kids!

#tentacleproblems

That’s great. Really. I actually think this is easier to understand than a description of what can/can’t be worn. Picture worth a thousand words and all that ...

That argument doesn’t make sense to me. Like it or not, clothes for girls/women and boys/men are different. (Which is why I mentioned that I think the issue comes down to what's offered by designers.) I’d like to think that if a boy showed up in a cropped shirt, the no midriff rule would be enforced.

This is something that I’ve been wanting to discuss for a while. I probably lean toward conservative when dressing myself. I have a killer hour-glass shape that I like to highlight but I’m useally pretty covered other than little cleavage every now and again. But, I think people should be free to whatever they want on…

When I was in high school, I was giving my mom grief for having her brand new box of pads out where people could see them. (People = me, my dad, and my mom.) My dad heard me and proceeded to open the box and chuck pads at me and then my mom joined in. I mean, at least they were soft? This is still one of my fondest…

I was just at an Olive Garden the other week (against my wishes, but that’s beside the point). We had to wait ~30 minutes to be seated. After we ordered, they were so busy that they ended up losing our order. We finally called the manager over and had our meals comped. (That’s hospitaliano!)

They make me cramp too. I never get cramps when I use pads.

I know a great stylist if you happen to be in the Cleveland area . . .

Yeah, that doesn’t sound right. Before I started coloring my hair, I on;y had to get a trim once a quarter because I didn’t do anything to my hair other than wash and condition it. And even though I color it, I still only go every 8 weeks to cover up the roots. And I still only need it cut, like, once a year.

That may be true but the stylist needs to communicate with the client. And the client still has the option to refuse. My stylist is very good at explaining when she needs to cut more than the client wants and the ramifications of not following her advice (i.e., their hair won’t look good and the damage will progress).…

Eh, that’s Toledo’s problem. We’re doing fine here in Cleveland! ;)

I think I look great in maxi dresses too. I’m 5’8” and curvy; maxi dresses seem to accentuate my curves in a good way.

Blood is gross, I don’t care where it comes from. If someone bleeds anywhere in my house from any part of their body, I’m going to be pissed if they don’t clean up after themselves (assuming they’re not too sick or injured to clean it up). If they take anything that was inside their body and leave it laying around,…

Cleveland’s looking pretty good these days. It was a shithole when I moved here back in 2001 but I’m really impressed by how far it’s come in just a few years. While I was planning to GTFO of this city it sort of transformed itself. Tons of new restaurants, museums (that are arguably just okay), world-renowned…

I just want to hug your MIL. She sounds really sweet but clueless. Fancy jars indeed . . .