Duralex glassware is made in France. I bought a few bowls of theirs recently, they’re sturdy and not too expensive.

This illustration should be on a bank note

I was 11 or so, on holiday, went horseback riding wearing shorts and thin socks. They set up my stirrups too low and as I held on to the saddle for dear life, one stirrup kept bouncing on my ankle for the entire afternoon.

My thighs chafed pretty bad, and I got an open wound on my ankle about the size of those souvenir pressed oval coins. I don’t know what my dad was thinking, but he treated my wound with some cream and then wrapped my whole calf in plastic wrap every day for about a week.

The wound turned into an ulcer, I couldn’t walk without limping. I had all these little pockets of pus on the edges which my dad had me squeeze to try and make them smaller. It did nothing except be painful.

I eventually went home to my mom - a nurse - who took one look at my leg and rushed me to a doctor.

The doctor then proceeded to vigorously clean my wound before dressing it. It felt like hot barbed wire, that really sucked.

I still have the oval scar on my ankle.

“What’s the deal with wooden piers?”

Getting my shit together < the sweet embrace of the status quo

It’s OK to admit it, this is a safe zone

Also Varusteleka has some nice shorts. Pockets in the right places, comfy.

I both love and hate this

Hide the pain Harriett

“If Lemmy and Mastodon were playing football, usenet would be the stadium that they played on. It would be the sun that shone down on them.”

– Nancy, The Craft

That’s a tiny hand

Grandmother, 88, clinches diploma at Maine university 60 years after she was barred from graduating college due to pregnancy.

Ftfy

Batmaaaan