yeah, that seems about right.

ehhhhh...i’m not too concerned.

correct.

my momm has two jack russells, and she’s the only person on her block who doesn’t have a mole problem in her backyard.

same here. it’s a huge expense, too. we have a part time employee whose insurance plan costs more than his payroll, but he’s essential and told us that he’ll leave if he can’t have insurance. he’s in his late 50s, and the small salary is fine for him i guess, but he needs the insurance until medicare time.

i am neither an iowan nor sensitive, but i don’t like the general assumption that a state like iowa would only have a crap law school. when it assuredly does not.

well, yes. iowa is a dumpster fire state. there is really only one good thing about iowa, and that is grant wood.

only because it was mentioned above as a bottom tier law school, and thus implying that only a grossly inferior legal education could be acquired there.

nah, iowa law is in the top like 15% or so of law schools. iowa may be a dumpster fire state, and the university may be a dumpster fire university, but it has a pretty good law and medical schools.

yeah, no, it’s in the top 30 in the country.  

so when i was in law school, one of my classmates (a white guy) broke his arm early on in the semester. he brought a pillow in to class with him to prop up his cast, presumably because it was more comfortable. that makes sense, right?

though i loved watching ben roethlisberger play when he was in his prime.

my husband told me the other day that i reminded him of abe, and i hugged him and said that was the nicest thing he’s ever said to me.

my husband always asks why i don’t like to play multiplayer or online games. i’m going to print out your answer and hand it to him.

i think you’re a high achiever because you’ve found a routine that works for you and you stick to it!

you’re right. 

a friend of mine lives in connecticut, and Stamford Pizza is delicious. i haven’t visited in a while, but every time i do, i’ve had it. and it is glorious.

kavanaugh really, really has a heavy drinker’s face. damn.

i just...i don’t even understand how these people figure out that they need to pull their pants down before taking a shit. 

i also missed what “cracked” meant in that context...i was imagining that she was in the process of opening the door to go out with her dog. not that SHE was leaving the door propped open to facilitate her own laziness. and thus ensuring that, yes, nobody who came up to the door would use their fob because, OH WAIT,…