My sister is one of these people.  She also can’t figure out why she keeps getting fungal ear infections.

And no, troll person, I’ve only been downtown to turn in forms to the City Assessor. I’m just inside of 5 Mile.

I had to ditch Nextdoor in my mostly (all?) white neighborhood in Washington state.  I rejoined after moving to Detroit and it’s lovely... found dogs, restaurant recommendations, tips on contractors and city services.  So great!

My backyard is a negative space.  Granny panties leave me with literal handfuls of extra material that wad up inside my shorts/pants or make me feel like they’re going to slide off under skirts/dresses.

The more excited the mayor gets, the more I assume it’s a pile of bullshit.  And he was REAL EXCITED about this.

I’m too busy admiring all the excellent sites he has for blood draws.  

White noise app!  I put it on when I sit down and don’t turn it off until I’m back in the terminal.  This will probably me someday...

I have spent exactly $0 on weed in my life and probably a couple thousand dollars on Taco Bell.

I already have boiled eggs and bacon fat in my possession. I THINK I LOVE YOU.

I think the ex would have given up the mom when he told them about the body. Then he could try and place it all on her.

Or not - based on a comment below!  People are horrible.  

One of my friends took to making peanut butter sandwiches for her backyard squirrel.  To the point where the squirrel (and her children) would knock on the window and wait for her to get up and make food to order.

So cute!  My K cups say no to halter tops which is a problem.

This just gave me a powerful craving for my (late) father’s tuna mac salad.

Yes!  If the daughter is that broke, move her back into your house so you can keep collecting rent from the little old lady.

Zach & Miri Seth Rogan is a definite yes.

I never actually saw The Professional but the ads and clips really kicked off my interest in the career of Jean Reno (though tempered by the fact that he’s a year older than my dad).

Oh!  This might be the thing to get me off Diet Coke forever.  (Also, STFU, aspartame is delicious.)

There is a direct Detroit-to-London flight that I’ve had to take a couple times for work.  First class, packed.  Business class, packed.  Those of us who like to sit in the tail section (the part most likely to remain intact in case of crash), entire rows to ourselves.  All I have to do is be willing to exit the plane…

I love Rashida so much!

Wait... those cheese balls lasted a MONTH??