Every day I have to go to work, I miss my dog. I wonder what he's doing throughout the day. He's got a doggy door and a fenced in yard to play in. I wonder if he's outside barking at squirrels or taking a nap or getting a drink of water. I wonder if he's chewing on his antler or his hedgehog. I wonder if he's laying in that one spot on the floor that's sunny right around lunchtime. *sigh* I wonder if he wishes I was there as much as I do.

Same! I was shocked to see that he was at Brooklyn Beckham's wedding the other day. Like, what does he have to do with the Beckhams???

There's something so skeevy about him.. He has always given me the creeps.

I was watching The Good Dish and saw some guy on there namd Food God. I realized it's Jonathon Cheban Kim K's "supposed" best friend. Another Kardashian coattail rider trying for fame.

Agreed 100%! I feel the same about Kim K/Kanye/Pete Davidson as well. Ugh.

So tired of hearing the Will Smith saga. Everyday someone has a new theory of what or why it happened. Who cares?

Have you tried just telling him that he's driving you crazy? Tell him what you need. It will be okay.

Idk, this kind of seems, to me anyway, like you may have a type of eating disorder.

I'm the kind of person now that can't eat if there is anyone else in the room- NOT eating. If I'm sitting at a table with others and we're all eating I'm fine. I can't sit and eat a meal with someone walking in and out of the room or putzing around. I've turned into the kind of person that will just get up and throw away the food if I get angry while I'm eating for whatever reason. Or annoyed. I would rather throw the food away than eat something while I'm upset. And my fucking husband walking in and out of the room- we don't eat together anymore- while I'm trying to eat drives me NUTS. He inhales his food in the TV room and then wanders around the kitchen while I'm trying to eat. I hate it more than I can say. It makes everything I eat not sit well, or I'll just throw away my dinner and not eat that day. Or simply stop eating until he leaves- then my food is cold. I feel so fucking rushed I can't stand it. I would rather starve. I just want to eat alone. FFS.

I just found THREE croutons in the lining of my purse.