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Or they get rid of them because they hadn't realized it's actual work to care for a dog. A news story about the glut of small dogs in SoCal shelters back in the Paris Hilton days is what sent me out looking for my last companion (who I found dead on Christmas morning last year). Most of them were aloof (terrified) but this little guy sniffed my hand, rolled over on his back ON my feet, and begged for a tummy rub. I can take a hint. I'm just now starting over with a new puppy, so I have two years of teething and terrier tugging (he's already pulled down the shower curtain) to look forward to, but one look in that puppy face and I'm happy.

You have to be a southerner (or have lived there -- and understood it) to understand "bless his heart".

(For anyone looking for a "blast from the past" from their childhood, you can now buy SPAM as individual slices so you're not stuck with the entire can. I discovered it with amusement but did not indulge.)

You can complete that picture by putting mayonnaise on fried SPAM, oddly enough. (Yes, my childhood had "oddities". On white bread. Always white bread.)

Hey, renters can't always be choosey. At least it's clean. (And I think I have the same towels as the one hanging on the oven door.)

When she brings out male strippers she'll often quip "You're welcome, stay at home moms".

Well, he's on a roster.

Kids can be cruel. There's a point in time when guys point at the guys who are "filling out" and laugh. Then the guys who made the change point at guys who haven't yet and laugh. It's a rite of manhood but it can be really cruel. If you're a little early and then go a little farther than others, well, you're the school laughing stock. I was called "donkey dick" years before I learned that it was actually desirable in a certain population. It was mortifying at that age. (Until Kenny friendlied up, and he friendlied up a lot.)

Oh, those middle school showers. There was a drummer in the band I was absolutely in lust with. Marching down the street behind him in his tight jeans I'd just plotz over his firm, round butt. Then I saw him in the showers and his dick seemed to hang down to his knees. (Short guy so it wasn't that far, but still.) Middle school showers are a melting pot. Some guys are still children and some are well enough through puberty to be men. The memories are still vivid 50 years later.

I am in favor of manspreading. I often enjoy the view.

The thing I remember about that album cover is that you COULD NOT find the album in the bin with unbroken shrink-wrap. Everyone sliced it open to find out if there was anything behind that zipper.

His costar, Dirk Benedict, was pretty too. http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14400000/Dirk-dirk-benedict-14494445-277-336.jpg

When Neil Patrick Harris first joined Twitter he carefully crafted his first several tweets to lampoon the 140-character limit exactly that way.

Oh, for sure! My dog (who I lost on Christmas day, rough couple of weeks!) was always boarded when I went away. When I'd pick him up he'd always wag his tail and jump into my arms, but he'd refuse to lick my face. I'm pretty sure a few of those kennel employees wondered if it was really my dog.

So true. I lost both of my cats to old age in the last two weeks. But for all of their years if I left them alone for a few days they would always be glad to see me when I got home, until I sat down. Then they'd sit exactly out of reach with their backs to me.

NBC made it official today. They're getting a 10-episode arc.

I wish I could find Franco DiSantis' old post. It went something like this: TOP= Yeah maybe Vers/Top= Bottom Verse= Bottom Verse/Bottom= Bottom Get a man on his back with his magnificent legs spread wide and the world belongs to you.

The 17 pounds of attitude that wakes me every morning will never be viewed the same again.

I can't remember any time when a school lunch was anywhere near healthy. We usually considered ourselves lucky when it approached marginally edible. I agree that you should stick with the perimeter of the grocery store. I've been doing that for years because that's where I find things I like to eat. (Mom was a farm kid so I learned to eat like one.)

If that's fresh bread, still warm from the oven, with lots of butter COUNT ME IN.

Probably true more often than not.

You know what they say about big hands/big feet. Big gloves, big shoes.

My dog LOVES tomatoes. I stopped planting them because he'll wait for them to get perfectly ripe and beat me to them.

In general, any dishonesty in the job hunt process is a bad idea. It will invariably backfire. But you can just say "resolved health issues". They're not (technically) allowed to pry any further. I recently took some time off between jobs because I wanted to and could afford it, and list it on my resume as "Personal Sabbatical". It's easily explainable and can actually lead to a good discussion of your priorities. And I'll agree with rwnsd. If an employer has a problem with it there will be other issues with them.

I wasn't aware anyone had actually tried it, but experiments proved that boarding window seats, then middle seats, then aisle seats was 50% faster than any other boarding method. Nobody does it for exactly the problem of families flying together.