The dress looks like a Seatbelt Bag.

Omg please pick up your stereotype about tabletop gamers and leave.

Fall break forever!

Can’t find a link to embed but I love this old cheese commercial:

You can call ahead to fast food joints? That’s awesome.

A friend and I were tasked with making the food run to whatever fast food place was closest to the renaissance faire (yes, I used to work at faire, those stories are for a different thread). We were picking up for maybe 8-10 people, some of whom were big eaters and wanted 2-3 items each. As we walked in it was…

Laminated card woman is at least making an effort to minimize the how much work her crazy puts on others. I hope she was nice about it and not “I HAD to make this card because YOU always mess it up!”

I often wish I could get away with clapping and hissing at people who I’d rather go away and leave me alone. Maybe I should try making myself look bigger by putting my arms up?

Whaaaaat. I felt bad enough asking my bridesmaids to pay for their own dresses, I was beside myself when they chipped in to give me a bachelorette party gift AND individual wedding gifts. I never would have expected them to shell out more money than for the dress, and those were all under $100.

UGH excuses. I do not have time to hear your excuses. Is the work late? Fine. When will it be done, then? No, I don’t want to hear about how “life happened” or your personal ailments or a long explanation about how you’ve been feeling lately. The work is late. Whatever long-winded excuses you have will not change that.

YES. I will not waste my time on anyone who hides behind “just being honest” to act like a total asshole. “Hey, just call me on my shit, that means we’re friends.” Nope, and nope.

Yes it was extremely upsetting.

When I was living in Ireland I lamented to my mom that we were nearing Thanksgiving and I couldn’t get the ingredients to make a decent pumpkin pie (my friends there had never had one of course and wanted to try it). “Well can’t you just get a can of Libby’s?” No... no you can’t.

My parents and sister came out to visit me while I was doing grad school in Ireland, and insisted we rent a car to drive the ring of Kerry.

I have some friends that love them some Disney. They go so much they’ve got rewards points or whatever at the fancy hotels.

The family was on a vacation in France and we were waiting for a ferry to some island where they make lead crystal. We grabbed food at a small cafe and my dad was definitely starving for a slice of home. He ordered a hamburger and fries and it came out as ground beef with thin fries on top, all inside a long french…

I lived in Cork, Ireland, on two separate occasions (during my undergrad and again for grad school), and had made more than one trip out to Blarney. The first time I went with another American and we wandered around the grounds, the castle, the overpriced woolen mill. We did not kiss the Blarney Stone.

I thought for sure that Anna’s speech would lead right into a promo for a Bachelorette-esque spin-off.

Back in the days when non-ticket-holders could wait at the gate with you, my parents were waiting with me for my flight back to college after the summer. I got up to go to the restroom and was intercepted by a guy who had been sitting near us at the gate. He said something to the effect of, “Hey, are you traveling…

Feeling slightly ashamed that I looked at that lamp and thought, “I bet that’s Jonathan Adler.”