I love my Tempur-pedic to death, but unless we can get/make a sturdy headboard or mount handles to the wall, I'm going to get carpal tunnel.

My gram used to do calculations on an actual abacus! In a hospital lab!

I'm just coming here to say, "Fuck you Mr. Gym Teacher who happened to be the swim coach." Three months of swimming. First off, I hate swimming. Chlorinated water makes me sick, and I did throw up more than once during that unit. I don't like being underwater, because when I was about 7, a lady jumped on my head at…

I have a question you may choose not to answer: did your school separate the boys and girls for the "This is Puberty" talks? I remember getting the period talk in 5th grade, but the boys weren't present for coed sex-ed until a unit of Home-Ec in 8th grade, but I don't remember if periods were covered. I mean, I can…

I'm learning to really hate birdsong, and I never thought that'd be possible.

Let your dog's nails stay a little long, so that by 5:45 he's prancing on the wood floor ready to go outside. This works particularly well if the sound of dog claws on hardwood is anathema to you.

Button the two buttons that are at fault. (Resist the urge to casually pepperspray them.) Take clear packing tape, and from the top, reach in and slap it down. It can be awkward to keep the panels tight while you're finangling tape down your cleavage, but it works. The worst part is forgetting about the tape and then…

I can't tell you how many time's I've dug out a splinter with my needle-nosed pliers because I couldn't find my tweezers.

Back when I was a freshman, the student union organized an afterhours bus+party at IKEA as a part of New Student Weekend, and I picked this up on sale for $5. It works, and it gets used.

I...I can't even... Why did that never occur to me? (Your mom sounds awesome.)

And there you have it. Instead of focusing on image, I wish these interview-advice guides had decent (or existant) coaching for interview etiquette.

I was in the weight room far far too young (I started playing varsity sports in 8th grade) so I grew up with so much muscle built up that once I went to college and effectively stopped exercising entirely, my shoulders started falling out. That's the best way I can explain it. I wake up and have to manipulate my…

I really hope you aren't being specious, because that sounds so bad ass!

Try using resistance bands to build back your shoulder strength.

Just stay out of my district. *Slaps chest, red dust puffs away*

I've been waging war against boob-gape for the last three years. Oh to be an underemployed post-college grad, trying to cobble together a professional look with the wool pants your parents bought you for a funeral in 8th grade, with the one button down blouse left that's been washed so many times that it's starting…

Oh my goodness I thought this was all in my head...or that I was too lazy or weak. I mean, I can understand my depression, I had a seriously screwed up childhood and that does affect the brain, but I have never understood how god blessed impossible-to-move lethargic I can get. As in, literally sometimes I'm quiet…

Damn you straight to hell, Charney, for taking a sound manufacturing model and spray painting over it with misogyny.

Well, I don't know if cabins should count, by my husband spent most his childhood at his grandparents' cabin, with no electricity and a cook stove like this.

I try to be a peaceful, non-violent, bleeding heart liberal, but then the right wing goes all up my uterus and my initial reaction is always LOOK AT MY MILITIA MOVEMENT AGHHH!! Then I have an identity crisis.