My friends has this old ass cassette that was maybe put together by her dad that is titled "50's Teen Death Songs" We used to listen to it on road trips.

Bruise or a nosebleed. Even now, when the SpaceKid gets one I am like, "Overzealous nose picking or CANCER?! I bet it's CANCER. ARAGHAHAGAHA!"

I'm not even gonna lie. My brother-in-law was just at Disney with my niece and I was like, "BRING ME BACK WHATEVER YOU CAN FIND" because I had no idea it would be so hard to find an Elsa dress for my daughter's May birthday when I started looking three months ago.

I LOVE THEIR FACES!

Awww, I hope he finds a home soon. I'd be like, "Me! Me! Me!" but there's already not enough room in my bed at night.

I won't ever let him go! But maybe he can stop by for some lounging.

Floyd is hilarious. He falls into the shower with me at least once a week. You'd think he'd learn.

Well, I've already posted my dogs today so may as well. Here's Floyd

Aww, looks a lot like my fat boy.

Oh, TOTALLY agree. Some of the more, ah, enthusiastic fandoms got a little territorial on there.

I am going to miss the excruciatingly well-moderated forums most of all. I know the mods would piss people off frequently but damn, that was the easiest place on the internet to read comments sans haterade.

This. I haven't had a microwave since I move last July and every time I need to use my frozen stock, I either have to plan a day in advance or defrost a container under running water until it's soft enough to dump into a pot. Such a pain.

Last Thanksgiving I left a pumpkin pie on the counter on top of another pot to raise it an additional 6-8 inches and my Vizsla still managed to lick it clean. She didn't even knock it down. Just left behind sad empty crust.

The "who watches your kids" is less a judgey question to me and more a practical one. Not everyone can afford a gym membership to a place with a day care and as someone who once kicked my own child in the head while trying to do a DVD in my living room, yeah, who watches the damn kids and where do I get one?

I love spoilers. LOVE. I read spoilers for shows I don't even watch because I can't help myself. So whenever the super annoying co-worker comes over to my area to talk Walking Dead or GoT with others I can sit at my desk and think, "Wrong! Wrong! You are the wrongest wrong that ever wronged!" and feel justified in my…

You are not alone!

This list makes me want to go home and hug my last Zombie Dust.

Gawwwd, bell peppers. My kids eat them like apples then come breathe their bell peppers breaths all over me and I want to shower. Green ones are the worst offenders.

My cat has chronic respiratory issues so that would explain this winter. Thanks, Floyd.

I met my husband drunk in a bar celebrating a friend's 21st like a True American. I said something stupid to him and then my friends and I left for another bar. That bar sucked so I ditched the p arty, went back to the first bar, apologized for being a moron and he asked for my phone number.