You can send the hug to 8th grade me, she needed it more. Or both of us. I like hugs.

Not first day, but it was in the first few weeks of 8th grade.

I’m a college student right now, finishing my degree. I’m also in my early 30s. Since my degree program is small, most of my classes are made up of the same students, all whom know that I’m older then they are, married, and have a kidlet. I also tend to look young.

I found myself traveling at the wrong time to Cologne/Düsseldorf. Honestly, when I went, I didn’t have much in the way of expectations other than I would be dusting off my German. It was my first time traveling off the North American continent. It was my first international trip that wasn’t Canada. It was also my…

I have been recording as many episodes as I can on the Hallmark channel, because my husband admitted that he had never watched more than one Golden Girls episode in his life. I will rectify this sin of his.

This is where I get a love/hate relationship with watching Trump. On the one hand, the republican party seems to be imploding with how to deal with this. On the other hand, it seems like the other republican candidates are trying to out-crazy Trump in an effort to get attention. (I mean, a Canadian wall?) While it’s…

Same here. I had some seriously fucked up teen years because of that “happy” crap, especially as a major depressive person. I learned some absolutely awful coping mechanisms and, when I got out on my own in my early 20s, I had to unlearn some really damaging behavior.

You know, perhaps that’s why Josh’s sisters were so dismissive of it in their interview. Like, yes, it *happened* to them, but if they don’t understand basic concepts AND are being told that it really isn’t a big deal AND have the mindset that women are beneath men....that could really screw up someone.

I am ashamed as a native to admit that I don’t cross country ski. I tried once. I promptly fell over. I got back up. I then fell over in the other direction and got stuck in a snow drift like a turtle. As soon as I was helped up, I fell over again. I declared it to be my not favorite, went back inside, and enjoyed a…

Oh goodness, that is one heck of a transition. For your sake (and the sake of my car, my snow shovel, my back door, my porch, my dry skin, and my heating bills), I hope that the forecast of a milder winter comes true this year.

If you don’t mind me asking, where are you originally from? Because the weather today (and yesterday) is absolutely beautiful to me and I’ve been here my whole life. The humidity is comfortable, I don’t need the A/C or the heat on, and nothing is being hit by a tornado or blizzard at the moment.

As a fellow person in the Michigan-chapped lip club, I found a scrub at Five Below that works just as good as the Lush kind. It was a dollar. It’s not a sugar scrub (walnut shell I think?), so it can be tedious to wash off, but so much cheaper.

This just cements my love/hate relationship with Lush. I love their bathbombs. The solid shampoo bars are good for travel. I do enjoy some of their face masks, even though I can make most of them at home. But hey, sometimes I’m just lazy.

Yes! My thoughts exactly! Childcare is boring until you need to go grocery shopping and the baby is magically cranky for no reason.

So far, they’re still married. I don’t know how he puts up with that freakish amount of control, but whatever. Not my marriage.

This is up there with the “couples bachelor/bachelorette” party that I once attended. The bride-to-be ordered us not to drink or smoke. We were to have fun at the waterpark/hotel place of her choosing and then promptly go home around midnight. It was also a potluck, so we were ordered to bring a dish. The party was…

I know, and that makes it so much more terrifying for me. They don’t give a fuck and think they are untouchable.

I just cannot fathom the mindset behind this. I cannot fathom how anyone in the Ferguson police could honestly think that arresting, harassing, and shooting protestors on the anniversary of Michael Brown’s death would be a good idea. What do they expect this to accomplish? I’m pretty sure that they aren’t going to…

“It will not be the clothing, which is good because you need to know which is which.”

My daughter has a kid’s tool set. She also has dolls and stuffed animals. She makes my husband be the nurse*, and then she pretends to operate on her dolls with her tools. I never would have thought that a hammer could cure a sick unicorn, but I guess that’s why I’m not the doctor.