You....you wouldn’t happen to be from southeastern PA, by any chance? I mean, I’m sure there is more than one terrifying Catholic high school Disciplinarian named Sister Therese out there...but still, I feel compelled to check.
You....you wouldn’t happen to be from southeastern PA, by any chance? I mean, I’m sure there is more than one terrifying Catholic high school Disciplinarian named Sister Therese out there...but still, I feel compelled to check.
Ohhh, I’ve not tried those. Noted, thanks for the recommendation! (My wallet does not thank you).
I logged onto Arturo’s page literally 5 minutes ago with the intention of sending him some money (fuck it if he doesn’t have a bio page; he doesn’t need to justify his life to me). He had $200ish raised of the $600ish goal. In the five minutes it took me to get my wallet, he’s now at over $700.
Those are all truly wonderful things, as is this delightful development. I hope the survivor was able to feel a bit of glee at this despite everything.
Had the same thought about the gloss - I love the color, but really not into the stickiness of most glosses and was hoping it also came in a lipstick as well.
Point definitely taken - I was merely speaking to the cost of daycare, and that it’s a burden on working and middle class people here as well.
I live in the U.K.—in a relatively rural area, not anywhere crazy expensive like London—and day care for one child full time would be almost exactly half my salary. Two kids would be the whole thing, and I make just about the median wage in Britain. We are struggling with infertility, so one would be a miracle, but…
I read your first sentence and was thinking, why yes, that colour is quite well suited to him and—then I got to your next sentence and burst out laughing. I’m on the seventh day of a chest infection that antibiotics do not seem to hitting, and while the laughter did send me into a short coughing jag, I very much…
Jesus, that sounds awful! Stay well, friend, and hope your liver continues to fight the good fight!
Sometimes my husband will like something on Facebook when I know he is in the bathroom upstairs. I can’t explain precisely why, but it always horrifies me a bit.
I’m super lazy, so we literally chose a venue based on the fact that they offered a package that would do 75% of the work for me - and seating arrangements were still the worst part. We had an odd mix of ex-military and aid workers (my husband and I had met in Baghdad during the war), a couple of cops, some assorted…
Jolie, at the risk of doxxing myself (as if anyone in the great wide world would care about my online musings), I’ve been meaning to tell you that we share a name. I’m not going to tell you which part of your name I have, but as neither are very common, it’s still exciting, right?
Completely ignoring the weather inappropriateness, the man looks damn good in that sweater, and I thank you for bringing him to my attention.
To be fair to the writers, it isn’t always immediately apparent - but it usually becomes so pretty quickly! I recall one of my first interactions with one of them, and almost posted “you’re a guy, right? Because you are mansplaining to me HARD right now.” But I didn’t, because I had no proof of this, and I decided it…
She does look like she’s doing that gritted teeth thing where you are trying really hard not to cry, but just about to lose it. I think that’s what’s pulling her mouth down and majorly contributing to the aging.
The constant commenting on every single goddamn article by a handful of male commentators is getting a little insane. One of them in particular is then very condensing to any responses (even agreeable ones!) he gets. How did this happen?
My thoughts exactly. I was 25 to my now-husband’s 40, and I was adamant about splitting everything right down the line until we had been together well over two years. It was extremely important to me that we didn’t inadvertently create some sort of dependent relationship.
You were so tiny!! I feel huge in comparison at a little over 2lbs. They sent me home from the intensive care assuming I would have CP, and sure enough, I was extremely delayed walking, terrible fine motor coordination, dragged my left side quite a bit, etc. My mom happened to be a neo-natal intensive care nurse, so…
Ohhh I LIKE that color very much. Definitely will be investigating these.
“Going to Tesco” made me giggle outloud.