Advil. Pray. Drink water. Scrunch up my face in a very uncomfortable, slightly pained expression. Sleep.

It's scenic. It's closer to Alaska. It cuts across the landscape in such a pleasant, comforting way - avoiding any hint of the South!

He bought smaller garbage bags, and let small pieces of trash settle at the bottom - coffee grounds, the irregular tissue. Slowly, but certainly, some mold grew. I have wanted to buy a new garbage can for a week, but haven't had time to go to the store to purchase another one.

Believe me - this one is getting thrown away tomorrow. He considered it a waste of money, but it's better than disposing of things in a potential biohazard.

It's what I'm currently reading. And the religious connotations would help me in my defense of not being able to serve, in the reasoning that I really can't judge and sentence another fallible human being in good conscience.

Nitrous oxide aka happy gas.

In our fast-paced, unforgiving culture it can be a bit difficult to unwind, see the lighter side to life. Sure, there would have to be limits and some controls set into place, but if it works in dental offices, it can most certainly benefit families at home. Think of the domestic disputes, anxiety, and house parties that would be alleviated and improved as a result!

Imagine my ecstasy as a young, inquisitive tyke after opening a freaking 32-piece spy kit for Christmas. Now, imagine my twofold delight when my cousin, a mere year younger than me, received the same gift. We confidentially extolled our hopes and dreams to one another one lazy summer afternoon, but soon realized that we did not have anything all too interesting to actually spy on or investigate. Our little siblings soon provided a source of fair game, as they whispered to one another, giggling as annoying siblings tend to do, with sly, sideways glances at us in between telling secrets.

Then, precious things - we're talking snacks and cherished stuffed animals - began to go missing. Then, there was the secretive and furtive writing in voice-protected diaries, with secret electronic messages being passed to one another in equally sealed measures. It drove us crazy.

Piles of dusting for fingerprints, diary stealing, and utilizing every piece of detective equpment available to us, and we solved the crime!

However, our mothers thought it equally, if not more shameful of us to exert such means to ensnare the culprits. I think the magnifying glasses, and perhaps the fingerprint powder everywhere served against our cases as well.

It is an American classic, and I decree that anyone who argues should be shackled in the center of the town square for a half hour at noon as punishment for committing such blasphemy against a staple of our culture.

Allowing dirty dishes to simmer for over a week in a sink full of water should be outlawed. This is a biohazard, a crime against civilized domestic living. The act of leaving said filth lying about attracts insects and other unpleasant creatures of many creeping legs. It is an embarrassment to the mindful host and a despairing calamity to contend with in the morning, when all a half-asleep individual wishes for is a bowl of granola cereal or hot oatmeal whereby to nourish one's tired body.

Magnetic chip bag clips. Yeah. I have one. It's on the fridge, but haven't eaten junk food in a long time...so alas, it serves no purpose.

Because it's FREAKING Florence, Italy. Are you kidding?