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Ooo, what’s that?
Oh, that? That’s just the lightest wand vibrator I’ve ever held in my life. It’s called the Tantus Rumble, and I like it fine, I just don’t love it. Which makes me sad.
How’s it made?
It’s got an angled, super lightweight handle that I find comfortable to use. The silicone “head,” if you will, is removable, so you’re welcome to toss it in your dishwasher between uses. Just the head, though! The body is not waterproof.
It’s got 7 settings, which range from pretty low to pretty high on the intensity spectrum. The charge lasts FOREVER even when not in use. It’s charged with a micro USB cord, so if you lose it, you can pick up a new one pretty much anywhere.
Tantus thought about just about everything. Because they listen. That’s why I love them. Read more…
It’s weird. When I was a teenager, I was a phone-loving fool. If I couldn’t be with my friends, I was on the phone with them. ALL THE TIME. They’d even call me from the bowling alley on nights that I couldn’t make it. Of course, there wasn’t affordable text messaging back then.
It was so bad that, even though my parents didn’t really get many phone calls, they put in a second line for me and my sister so that if they did, they would actually get their phone calls.
My sister rarely ever got to use that line. I was always on it. But she was in elementary school, and her friends almost never called, so I never felt guilty about it.
Not that I would have felt guilty about it. My sister always got everything handed to her, so when I had the upper hand for once, I lorded it over her the way an older sibling should. Shut up, they should too! :oP Read more…
One of the local markets has roasters on sale for $0.88 a pound. Like, holy shit what the fuck? So we bought four…and saved $20! Today, I’m making stock with two because my stock pan isn’t big enough for four. Aren’t they beautiful? Into the oven with you!
Yes, litter box, singular. I realize the general rule is one cat, one box, but M doesn’t want two boxes. Is adamant that we not have two boxes. So we’ve got one.
We moved it for everyone’s comfort. We originally put it in the bathroom because why not, right? There was room, and we poop in the bathroom so why shouldn’t the cats poop in the bathroom? Plus, with the litter box in the bathroom, I’m forced to clean it every day because it’s right there in our faces, and who wants to take a bath with a stinky litter box? Not me, that’s for sure.
I mean, not that I go more than one day without cleaning it. That’s just gross. And Bash insists on stepping in the poop and then walking it all over the house, so even if I wanted to go more than one day without cleaning it, I can’t, because that little turd will spread his turd love everywhere.
I don’t want your turd love, kitty. Read more…