I’m talking about the Girl Scouts again but I’m less screamy this time.

Stuff that doesn’t fit anywhere else: If you missed that post where I got 18 kinds of pissy about the Girl Scouts then you should just skip it because it’ll probably just make you screamy, but if you read it and were like, “I want to support girls directly without having to eat Thin Mints or pay expensive shippingContinue reading “I’m talking about the Girl Scouts again but I’m less screamy this time.”

You can tell how old people are by whether they remember the smell of an Ogilvie Home Perm.

I was just scrolling through Facebook and I saw a photo of this really unfortunate-looking girl, and I was like “Jesus, that girl’s awkwardness is giving me second-hand 80’s nostalgia-shame from when I was that age and had the same-OHMYGOD THAT’S ME.”  Because apparently my cousin Joycie decided to upload old family pictures. So this me, age almostContinue reading “You can tell how old people are by whether they remember the smell of an Ogilvie Home Perm.”

Either I’m getting stupider or movies are getting more complicated. It could be both.

I am a giant fan of psychological terror, which is weird because  you’d think someone with anxiety disorder wouldn’t be able to watch it.  I actually really enjoy it, although I absolutely cannot watch dramas because they freak my shit out.  I suspect it’s because I know that zombies and ghosts and demonic chainsaws aren’tContinue reading “Either I’m getting stupider or movies are getting more complicated. It could be both.”

Worst. Pet Shop. Ever.

Yesterday Victor and I took our nine-year-old to a pet shop to look at ferrets, because holding ferrets automatically makes your day brighter (both because ferrets are hysterical and also because they’re stinking up the pet shop and not your house).  But when we started to walk in I saw this note on the door:Continue reading “Worst. Pet Shop. Ever.”

STITTING: You can’t do it and your cats can’t stop bragging about it.

Conversation with Victor: me: I think I have a problem. Victor: Technically you have lots of them.  Which one specifically are you speaking of? me: Look at Hunter S. Thomcat. Victor: Yeah.  He’s being a cat.  What a bastard. me: No.  I mean, he looks as if he’s standing on the stairs at full attention, but if you look behindContinue reading “STITTING: You can’t do it and your cats can’t stop bragging about it.”

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