Hahahahahaha.

FLAIR, people, it’s FLAIR. Learn your homonyms. See also: Breaks/Brakes, Steak/Stake, and various others that I can’t remember right now.

I have no idea. It was over 20 years ago. I would think the likelihood was there, though, because this was pretty much in the middle of the upper midwest farm country, with michigan militia type people, aka the reason I moved FAR FAR away from there.

There’s not much to tell. The hosts had a pet pig that was a little smaller than those pictured here. It would walk around, just like their dogs, doing whatever it is that pigs do.

At a bbq, I had to use the bathroom, and so i went in the house and did so. When I opened the door, the pig was staring at me, making weird…

LOL. My life is so very boring. Most of it would stupid pictures of hats on dogs and complaining about how the city disagrees with my “natural” aka lazy landscaping. But thank you. :)

i demand recipes. I just re-upped my prescriptions, and I plan on drinking and taking pills all weekend, while wearing heels and an apron. This would fit perfectly. #mommyslittlehelper #stepfordwhat?

Yes. I saw this headline and photo, and I wanted to grab my dog’s ass, aim it at Trump’s face, and unleash my sweet puppy’s anal glands right at him.

Ugh. No. No pigs. Pigs will eat an entire human, bones and all. They have beady eyes. I got trapped in a bathroom by a pig at a party and had to climb out the window. Fuck pigs.

Ugh, good luck getting out of that mess, and I hope you can find something else better....seems like there are some pretty great places out there still, depending on what you can do, and they allow you to be kooky. Check out the SheSays organization, maybe there is one near you?

YESSS I saw this the other day and I was like OMG I LOVE HER.

I realize this is just an undersigning what you said and not contributing to the conversation, but FUCK IT. LESLIE JONES FOR EVER.

Knit dresses! Knit skirts! I can put on a knit skirt, a t-shirt, and a scarf, and i’m faux fancy, and feeling like I am in my pajamas!

I was 21, working on a construction site as an architecture clerk, wearing clothing that was appropriate for a large construction site in Detroit in the winter: turtleneck sweater, jeans, steel toed boots, hair in a pony tail, etc. I got followed into my trailer by the foreman of the project, and he commented directly…

My boss used to be a banker. She has suggested I should dress more like her. I have tried, but still wear enough of my own style to get by, and make sure my work stands out. My style is typically skinny pants, tall boots, a t-shirt and a jacket/sweater/scarf type thing. Occasionally its a nice dress and heels.

My…

Agreed. Here’s a peace kitten!

Signing on as another one of the tribe.

Lemme guess: Killer Dave’s bread?

Cuz seriously, no one better touch my Killer Dave’s bread.

I am also on the edge of traumatized by that article and spent my day doing crafty things to try to make up for it. To bring on additional happy thoughts, here is a pic of two of my adorable animals.

Ahh...love that “compliment + insult” sandwich.

I love old fashioneds. I love anything with whiskey.

If you are interested in complex beverages, you may be interested in this:

Brand? I love bubbles.