I have several Wisconsinite friends. I love them dearly. But if I’ve learned one thing tonight, it’s that Wisconsinites cannot park for shit. Every state has bad parking. This is next-level bad. 

Uvulitis... it’s a thing. Get you some!

I’d show you a picture but I want you to keep visiting. 

Take a tip from a pro, kids... When you make something in a blender and pour it in one of those Blender Bottles and then decide to put it back in the real blender to give it some more spin, make sure you remove that metal whisk ball before you push the start button. Oy.

Finally watched BlacKkKlansman. Such an amazing film. While it saddens me to think that our world has a need for heroes such as Ron Stallworth, I’m glad they exist. 

The second you lose sight of a blogging goal -- in my case, daily blogging -- it's amazing how quickly and easily it can all go to hell in a handbasket. Two days! I accidentally saved in draft status for two days! 

It drives me crazy when an organization (that will go unnamed) asks for an "optional" donation as part of a registration process, but, in order to do literally anything within that org, you have to give them exactly the amount they request as optional. It's clearly "mandatory," so call it a "fee" already. Don't insult my intelligence. Or my bank account.

Is it so much to ask, when you RSVP to an event and discover later that you won't be able to make it, that you contact the host and let them know you can't attend any longer? Birthday party parents, I tell ya. 

I’m fairly certain that Dr. Seuss rhymes exist for no purpose other than to torture parents. Prove me wrong. 

Wait wait wait... instead of burying people, Washington state wants to pass a law allowing for human composting?? I’m both mortified and morbidly intrigued. I should probably check and see if this is even legit news. 

Update: yes

Katie and I have spent the last couple weeks rewatching all the Twilight films. They’re bad, really bad, and yet we cannot stop watching them. So which are you? #TeamEdward or #TeamJacob?

Is there a threshold number of times that you can check something out of the library before they expect you to buy your own damned copy? Today marks our third checkout of the film Megamind, and that’s not counting renewals of each checkout.

I feel certain my new mortgage company has zero faith in the sanctity of marriage as their security questions include "In what city or town did you meet your first spouse/partner?" Yes, "first." Because in these modern times, we have to be specific.

While I refuse to judge them for doing it, I still get a kick out of how many people I see walking around in public tethered to their music, podcasts, etc., with headphones in or on their ears. I refuse to judge because, well, I’ve been them. 

What amazes me most about when people drive like raging assholes is that they reliably do one of two actions while doing so... they either turn away from you so they don’t see you flipping them off or they yell at you like it’s your fault. One thing you almost never see anymore is the apologetic “my bad” hand wave. WTF is wrong with people??