Mine is in our spare room. *shrug* Not a fricking clue as to what I’ll do with it. Nope, not a one. Granted, it wasn’t a super expensive dress. But I still don’t know what to do with the bugger and we are coming up on the 4 year mark in less than a couple of weeks.

*hugs* I’m sorry. I will be sending my good will your way. May you get some of the awesome sympathy cards. The new reality based ones, not the airy fairy sugar and sunshined roses ones glossing over that you are going through shit.

I’m sure this isn’t as bad as some, and I know it’s not an insect but I don’t mind insects so a spider story will have to do for ya, but one night, I woke up and my chest itched. So I scratched, and I felt something all curly upped under my fingers like a little tangle of hairs, I put it on my night stand and turn on…

I forgot to mention that he snuck a gift into our wedding, via an uncle. It was a bedspread that was on our registry. To give you an idea of how annoyed Humansoup is with his dad? It’s been sitting, in the original plastic, in our spare bedroom closet for 4 years now.

Stand your ground, however that feels to you because I’m sure the sands are shifting under you. You do what you need to do for yourself, even if that means giving her what she wants in the end. You will heal after, but this is not a situation that you can come out of unscathed. Sometimes it’s about minimizing damage.

I…

Humansoup’s dad was not invited to our wedding and I’m pretty sure he is not invited to his other son’s wedding either. My husband is pretty much as estranged from his father as any two people can be. It’s not because my husband’s dad was abusive, but because he is a manipulative, narcissistic, lying jerk. I think my…

But if she’s actually back there, it’ll prove once and for all that even archeology isn’t immune to “Did you check the last place you had it?” “YES!” “Check again.” “.... I found it.”

Okay, I legit cracked up on that.

I’m glad I’m not the only one who had that instinct lol. I also was tempted to find a gif of pizza being blotted just so I could post it here.

Oh Kate, you are going to call me a blasphemer, I fear. I will blot my pizza if it is too oily to dip into blue cheese >.> I like to dip brooklyn style best. *hides from wrath of Kate Dries*

heh, cuddleslut. I’m gonna use that one.

Okay, I will disagree on the eating people part. Cats have actually been shown to find ways into cabinets and rip open food containers with their teeth before they resort to eating their human. Dogs are a lot more likely to see you as food not long after you stop moving. Heck some of them only wait until you’ve been…

You have my deep felt sympathies that you have an allergy that severe. I am not allergic to cats, but I have other allergies that can make life miserable since I work in a large open office environment. I agree that in this sort of instance, the kitty should not be at the morgue. It’s an official place of government…

Thank you kindly!

I have not cooked this week due to food poisoning (we think it was eggs, not our cooking or anyone else’s), but one of my easy go to meals is spaghetti. It’s so easy to do and so easy to change around a red sauce the way I do it. Just get some good low sodium, no extra junk added cans of tomatoes, blender them up to…

*shrug* my husband hates the taste of regular coca cola, he would rather drink almost anything than that if he can’t have his precious diet coke which tastes like malted battery acid.

Deservedly so!

I ate real food on the tail end of food poisoning. Being a bazooka does nothing for my complexion. I feel like a tube of toothpaste that’s all squeezed and yucky. Also, I abhor public puking.

My real name is a Slavic name. And it is very difficult for Americans to say and spell. Europeans usually get it on the first try. But no one... *sigh* no one ever remembers how to say it even after I have set aside time to teach it to them. I’ve even written it out phonetically. I also tried to get everyone to call…

Ugh, such stupidity. I didn’t even bleed my first time, I probably didn’t even have a hymen that would be recognizable as one. But yes, it is nice that these assholes are making it very easy to spot them by making such a putrid demand.

This article is very fitting for today as I am rereading Stiff by Mary Roach.