unreliable_narrator
unreliable narrator
unreliable_narrator

I grew up in Central Florida in the 70s and 80s and we only ever drank frozen canned orange juice at my house. The 50s did a real number on my mom...

As they say, if you're old enough to have worn it the first time around, you shouldn't be wearing it when it comes back into fashion...

I don’t know about Costco, but grocery store bakeries often cut up sheet cakes that didn’t sell and package them as individual slices of cake for a couple of bucks each. Uh, so I’ve heard.

Melrose Place is a really good show!

SO. ITCHY.

I'm super-sorry about your recent demise!

I can’t stop scrolling between Rose-at-dinner’s eyebrows and Rose-during-the-sinking’s eyebrows. It’s like they belong to two different people.

Yes please! Don’t leave me here like Barb in the upside-down world...

Tonga’s shit, there's nothing to do there.

It's not live.

In the parade of nations will the British swimming guys be marching in their teeny tiny swim trunks y or n

Yeah, this thought occurred to me as well, and made me question what motivation was behind this study. I looked at the original research article and while the authors don’t claim any conflicts of interest they do acknowledge the Research Group in Breast Health at the University of Portsmouth (both authors are

I wear nothing but Birkenstocks all summer. They are the only sandals that meet all the requirements of my sad little feet (arch support, rigid sole, blah blah blah). And for women, at least, they come in cute styles that don’t scream “dirty hippie”!

Costa Rica, Puerta Rica, you know.

There’s one called Get Off My Internets (aka GOMI) that is good for talking shit about bloggers (and maybe other people).

This could backfire, though, if your kid either a) believes you or b) trolls you back, in either case assigning the blame for all their terrible life choices on the disturbing yet unseen presence of this being in their periphery.

I buy my gloves in the kids’ section at Target because I have tiny doll hands, and I always have to go with boys’ gloves because everything for girls is pink/purple/sparkly.

I mean, it's possible it was something she wasn't really into.

Ooh, thank you for reminding me about that site!

I feel ill but also like I could go for a Creamsicle?