Yep. Someone stole it from my high school’s science wing storage, gave it to my ex husband for his 18th birthday, and he left it with me “until I find a stable place” after we split up. We’re on good terms and I’ll give it back if he ever asks for it, but we separated more than ten years ago so I think it may just be mine now.

There’s also a little octopus on a jar on the top left, front of the shelf.

Yep!

I’d use half to clear the debt I’ve been clawing my way out of for the last couple of years, and the other half to fix the retaining wall so I can finally build a small backyard studio with loft to use as an office/guest space. Any leftovers would go toward the construction of the studio.

Thanks! My decor style falls solidly under maximalist, so it’s a pretty good representation of the rest of my house.

It’s printed on square glass, actually. I got it from ThinkGeek years ago.

I inherited most of my grandma’s mid-century dining room set, so yes. I keep her china in the bottom, and use the top as a display case and liquor cabinet. She wouldn’t exactly be thrilled with my setup, but she’d be happy the furniture stayed in the family.

I drove up through there yesterday, heading home to Nelson. The Crowsnest is such a fun drive.

Brownies. I’d go with this recipe over the one in the OP, though.

I live in that circle, north of the border. :(

I’m glad it’s not just me. XD

Not if they get cremated!

It’s a private company in the “health and wellness” industry. Basically modern day snake oil salesmen that convince vulnerable (or stupid) people that “big pharma” is evil and giving you cancer or whatever, while the mystery pill they’re peddling will cure anything that ails you. It typically comes with a hefty price tag, lots of sales pressure, and zero evidence to back it up.

My current partner and I are planning on getting married in the next couple of years. He’s wonderful. I don’t see this relationship ending, but if it does my best friend and I plan on throwing darts at a map until we hit somewhere we both like. We’ll get a place and become old punk grandmas together because neither of us wants to deal with dating ever again.

It was going okay before dude started bragging about how he went out with a lady not too long before. He wasn’t all that into her and he said she clearly wasn’t into him, but he paid for dinner and guilted her into going home with him because he “might as well get something out of paying for her.” Giant red flag at this point. I went to the bathroom, when I came back the bill was on the table. He claimed that the server had brought it as one bill, rather than separate, and pointed out that she’d drawn a heart around the total in red pen. He refused to let me pay for my portion.

The thing is, it’s standard practice for servers to ask if the bill should be together or separate here, and I’d always been asked at that particular bar. Dude wasn’t a local and clearly didn’t know that. This guy told me about how he used “but I paid so now you owe me” to coerce a woman he knew wasn’t interested into having sex with him, and then immediately tried the same bullshit on me. He had deliberately asked for a single bill while I was away from the table. I’m reasonably certain he’s the one who drew the heart on the bill too.

Needless to say, it didn’t work. He still tried to drag me off to catch the train in his direction with him and got real upset when I told him to fuck himself and bolted. I’m very glad it was an early date so it was still light out. This guy did not take kindly to being told no.