Even if I move to the moon for 100 years, I will never not love a Shaw's burn.
Even if I move to the moon for 100 years, I will never not love a Shaw's burn.
Another tell that I'm not from these parts is when I call a state trooper a Statie instead of DPS.
My kingdom for a solid-color, long sleeve tee with a neckline that doesn't look like a long underwear top.
Idiotic bill banning local govts from spending any money on diversity -- which will among other things shut down a variety of popular parades and festivals -- passes Legislature & goes to Gov. Ron DeSastrous for signature. www.orlandosentinel.com/2026/03/10/b... via @orlandosentinel.com
Two jars of Girlsenberries Preserves in a fridge.
I was a little annoyed by the name of this jam because what the heck flavor is it supposed to be, but I'm now realizing that it's very dumb wordplay on boysenberries and that just made it worse.
Okay, now the last thing I googled is also "turtles having sex"
I'm not sure what you were after but I do the same periodically because the sound makes me laugh so hard I can't breath.
I haven't gotten on board yet, so I'm fully prepared to pay dearly in the morning.
We don't save daylight here so I'm now in the season where I'm three hours behind work and need to adopt the sleep schedule of a toddler.
Extremely cool divan-style mustard with red piping couch
I did not need a couch but I wanted THIS couch very much and it was almost no money so now I have another couch.
Oh man, I never heard that one!! I'm pretty sure it would give him a nervous breakdown.
To be clear, my heart would take all the cats and goofy dogs but my grown up brain says we're getting into someone-who's-good-at-the economy candle territory.
Our plan was to have zero new pets but very few people stay or neuter here so we adopted two dogs last year and it's feeling increasingly likely that we're going to have a baby chihuahua in the next couple of weeks.
He played it four times, incredulous about the lyrics, then announced, "Stupidest song ever. Now I want to ride in silence."
I played Lyle Lovett's "If I Had a Boat" for my husband and I don't think I've ever seen someone react to a song with that level of anger and disgust.
People love to make "only Arizonans will understand" content, but no one ever talks about the fact that if someone leaves a cup of milk out in the morning, it will be yogurt when you get home and pudding if it sits longer than that.
I'm not sure if the non-corrective lens-wearers in the house didn't notice it or just didn't find it gross or remarkable enough to comment on or throw away. Maybe they've all been sharing.
My most chaotic child left a half-eaten Tootsie pop sticking out of a shelf in the shower last week, but I didn't notice until just now when I showered with contacts in. In case anyone was wondering how poor my vision is.
1890s Honda Situp. I mean 1980s Honda Civic.
It's not rainbow, but it does have a butterfly decal to make up for it.
They're huge Trump supporters and conspiracy believers and even in the thick of an actual real-world crisis I'm hearing some bananas shit from them second-hand.
Co-mom's parents were in Dubai when the bombing started and are now stranded in the UAE, which is extremely surreal.
I wanted so badly for Gorton and Denton to be a coastal town so it would make sense to sing "Trust the Gorton's (and Denton's) fishermen"
This is like when I rebuilt my first carburetor -- it's just a jigsaw puzzle The Man wants you to be too scared to do yourself.
Two antennas, a USB-C board, and a very cool tear down tutorial later I have restored service that's better than ever and a burning desire to fix more cell phones.
I've been feeling a little needed out lately so my husband and the kids are having a competition to see who can ask me the fewest questions and it's actually an extremely funny game.
I just bought tickets to a show at a bar in Phoenix. Maybe more relevant to some of you, the bar is hot dog-centered.
I firmly believe that it's worth it to try fixing things that are outside my experience because the worst case is that the thing is still broken. So anyway, replacing a cell phone is very expensive but parts and a YouTube video cost roughly what I spent on pizza last night. Wish me luck.
Everyone forgets I don't know there's a snow day from out here in the desert so I usually think one person's out, then realize no one has emailed me, then check the Monument Square live cam to see how bad it is.
The silver lining for today was the older woman working at the pet crematorium. She's from Bangor and can't fly, and in what feels like an extremely Maine-y move we concluded our 30 minute meeting by swapping phone numbers so she can maybe cross-country roadtrip with my mom this spring.
An elderly German Shepherd lies on the ground baring her teeth staring at the camera. A black puppy with a white chest is licking her teeth. In the doorway behind them a gray and white cat looks away, embarrassed by the spectacle.
Probably the saddest thing about putting Mala down is how obviously confused and sad Maude is that she can't find her. Here's a picture of Mala loving Maude so much she tolerates getting her incessant teeth licking. (Don't let the fangs fool you).