That's also me. I basically never pay full price - I put games on my wishlist knowing I probably won't even look at them again for a couple of years.

I don't necessarily care about fewer episodes if the story is still good, but the long waits mean I've hit the point where I generally won't bother to watch something until it's over. I don't feel like investing myself if I don't know when/if the next part is coming, so now I wait until every season is out to start watching.

Nah, money makes you look young, but it also seems to turn a lot of people into real assholes. Tbh, though, I think people are mistaking handsome for youthful - I don't really think either of them look any younger in the face than Walz, it's just the hair.

Well, one of them is an abusive drunk, one is a cult member who has multiple ex-wives who've basically fled the marriage, and one is Tim Walz. Think I'd pick Walz.

Oh it's not professional, we just all like animals and most of my coworkers already play fantasy football, so this fits in.

Some of them also have names. Chunk, Grazer, Otis, etc. Usually just the more popular or well-known bears though. 747 doesn't have a name though, because his number is an apt description.

If you couldn't tell, I'm very into Fat Bear Week - my office posts our brackets and we have a trophy for the winner.

I've left plenty of parties early and never got more than a token amount of shit about it. Even in college, I could just say I was tired or had homework and no one cared. I'm a serious introvert and my friends knew I had maybe an hour or two in me and no one else cared enough about me to be bothered. You can be an introvert and still have a spine.

And I had horrific, untreated anxiety and depression. Fun!

The vinegar situation where I am atm has kind of made me more depressed? Some of it is straight up ass, and the salt & vinegar chips have been pretty terrible across the board. I love vinegar, too, so I'm very sad. Maybe the vinegar has to taste good to work.

Maybe she's poisoning you just a tiny bit at a time. Kidding, but have you guys eaten a meal at home together without you feeling sick?

My mom and I have talked about that kind of thing and she knows to call me directly if someone ever tries to say something happened to me. She's not stupid, but maybe just not growing up with people constantly trying to scam her at every turn hasn't prepared her for the depths these assholes will sink to, and they've gotten so much more sophisticated.

I keep kind of hoping I get this one. I'm ace, so I definitely haven't been watching porn of any kind, and my house has changed dramatically since the last time google came by, so it would just be entertaining. But then I see people on nextdoor all freaked out that "someone has pictures of their house," and it makes me wish for a large, extremely targeted sinkhole to open up under all these scammers.

I don't have kids, but I've dated a few people with kids and my ex-husband had a child. From that perspective, my question is always are you willing to be a step parent? If yes, go for it. If not, stay away. Even if you think it'll be something casual, there's always the possibility feelings will develop beyond that, and having to break up with someone you really love because you don't want to be a parent sucks a lot more than just saying no on the first place.

The other thing to consider is whether the other parent is still around. My ex's first wife suuuucked. They co-parented relatively well considering how their marriage ended, but she was also a hypocritical bigot (born-again christian, shocker), which caused some friction when my stepkid was being taught things like, "we hate this person because they're gay." But like it or not, she was going to be around, so I had to account for that in my decision to get serious with him.

To sum up, Aldi did the same thing a lot of retailers do, which is raising their prices and then having a "sale," they got caught, and the court agreed they did it. No info about any kind of consequences.

Well in that case, can Kevin sleep with me?

No thank you. The eggs would have to be enormous to develop into a human baby, and laying one of those every month would suck.

My coworker had a full hysterectomy in her late 30s for the same reason and she's described it as basically a living hell for about a year. Just a complete nightmare where she felt like her body completely turned on her and she had no control over anything it was doing - hearing about it made my attitude about keeping my ovaries much more enthusiastic. BUT she was pretty much fully through menopause after that year, so the good news is that your wife's situation is likely pretty temporary. The bad news is that a year can feel like much longer when things aren't going well, and I'm guessing she can't do any hormone replacement to ease her symptoms because of the cancer risk. I did keep my ovaries and I'm still having some hormonal nonsense (pseudo hot flashes are not making me real optimistic about the real thing, let me tell you), so I can only imagine how much that sucks.

The thing is, you're probably not actually doing anything wrong, it's just a total tsunami of fuckery in her body atm that's making her feel that way. I would suggest marriage counseling, because it's possible that a neutral third party can help your wife see that, even though she's not totally in control of her body or feelings right now, she still doesn't get to make you feel like shit and she might end up destroying a relationship she still wants once she's past this stage. There's no easy solution, though, it's just everyone putting their heads down and pushing through it, unfortunately.

I'm a mosque. The loud noise is usually, "damn it!" when I do something incredibly graceful, like walk into a wall or accidentally throw my phone across the room.

They're all almost the end of the thing but not the very end. Of course they're the same thing.

I doubt they're taking it personally. A lot of people who very much do need help say the same thing you did, and they don't know you. All they know is that you're unhoused and refusing assistance.