How long until this is all over my Facebook feed with glittery backgrounds and minions?

I got into an argument with an anti-vax person once (and only once), and she threw out the “not 100% effective” line, and I saw red and pointed out that cancer treatments are WAY below 100% effective, so why even have them?! She got mad and called me heartless and completely missed my point.

My money’s on the Babadook.

On hormonal rage nights, the only answer is gummy worms and martinis. I keep my rage classy and chewy.

Have you been checked for endometriosis or PMDD? Because that sounds awful as fuck and if you have either, there are drugs.

And once an hour, someone needs to squeeze their junk so it hurts super bad, and just as they feel better, squeeze it again. It’s the closest I can come to simulating cramps.

I was super lucky at having a friend who goes to a up-and-up chiro so I didn’t have to worry about someone I chose trying to convince me that crystals would balance my knee pain. The most woo-woo thing my chiro has done is recommend tumeric for inflammation. Other than that, it’s all body work and no time wasted on…

Go back to bed, Grandpa.

8-years married and super happy, but one of the deciding factors on tying the knot versus just living together was that we didn’t live in a state that recognized domestic partnerships on insurance.

I love that I sit here as anecdotal evidence to disprove literally everything he says. It’s rare I get to so enjoy my 8-years, no kids, super-qualified and super-bookworm self to such a degree and know it’s likely pissing off this bag of rabid badgers dressed in a man suit.

It’s that dance card. It taught them it was polite to share.

::car noises as the egg moves through the Fallopian tube::

It’s my favorite of theirs, and I have all of them because they are a delight. I think my favorite line is when it explains the dance card, and Mary Jo just goes, “That’s weird.”

I’m actually reading a recent biography right now, and I’m coming close to the lobotomy part and just sort of holding my breath.

Well, hey there, my major intimacy issue (But if I don’t fix them, who will???? I have an answer now and it’s: not fucking me because it’s not my job).

I got the fully loaded house husband: He works from home, is happy I make enough to support us both so he can pursue his profession (and I’m in a profession I love), and he takes care of the house/chores to the point all we have to do on the weekends is relax. And we’ve got the bonus that no one in our immediate…

Try the Goodwill on MLK near New Cascadia. They always have great stuff, and the prices are super reasonable. I’ve found so much stuff there.

Oh, my god, that Goodwill is a joke. It consistently amuses me that the vintage places up the block are reliably cheaper.

The first and only time I made it to the bins, I found an exact replica of my very favorite jeans I’d ever had, and I thought, “OMG this place is awesome.” And then I went home and had a massive head cold for a week, no doubt due to the fact it’s the bins. I stick to the organized Goodwills now. The dust gives me a…

Jenny can be directly linked to measles and whooping cough coming back. I’d call that blighty.