I tend not to tip carryout or walk up places unless they`re the kind where you order at the counter but they bring you your food, top off your drinks, bus your table. And I tend not to tip baristas, which is probably not fair to the barista, but I am paying so much for that coffee already!

Also because they tend to have snarky sayings on the tip jar.

I give the barista a buck. I figure if I'm paying that much for coffee already, what's a buck? I don't go to coffee houses very often.

Man, I would pay just for that to be done a couple times a week. I looooooove getting my hair shampooed professionally.

You could indulge yourself fairly cheap at a beauty school. Probably about $6 to just get a wash and blow dry.

That tipping website has a tip guideline for contractors. Yeah? No.

Okay, monumentally weird. Tim's looking for pictures of his mom for the slideshow the funeral home puts together (that's not the weird part), and so he goes looking through his wedding album (that's somewhat weird, but whatever), and then finds an album with pictures of trips he and his ex-wife took, and they took a trip to Mendocino.

Mendocino is where he and I went a few years ago, as our first big trip together. I really really don't remember him saying at the time that he and his ex went there, because I probably would have suggested we go somewhere else.

But, okay, we took a trip to the same place. That happens. He didn't tell me about it (or I don't remember him telling me). That happens.

The B&B where they stayed? SAME EXACT PLACE WE STAYED.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Also, naughty pictures of her turned up. DUDE, THROW THEM AWAY WHAT THE FUCK.

I'm not jealous, I don't have any fear that he wants to get back together with her, but WHAT THE FUCK. I'm trying to be all supportive because his mom died, and I'm grieving too, and WHAT THE FUCK.

I have no impulse control, so I want to talk to him right now about WHAT THE FUCK DUDE THROW THEM AWAY, but I know this isn't the best time to Have A Talk about OH MY GOD WHY DO YOU HAVE THOSE.

Jesus Christ. All those creative expletives listed upthread? Picture me screaming those right now. But internally.

Ouch. What the fuck, indeed.

I have a migraine and the only thing making a dent in it is percocet (which is also making me itchy; all drugs must hate me), and I'm thinking, okay, I have a nice cold chardonnay in the fridge that would go great with the narcotics because wow, do I wish I could un-see all that.

And I wish that my boyfriend didn't have a box of photo albums of his life with his ex-wife. Including WHAT THE FUCK THROW THEM AWAY.

My sang-froid, supporto-gal demeanor? GONE RIGHT NOW.

Damn, Teppy. Definitely not the time to talk about it, but it is conversation to save for later.

Ouch indeed. Though given that he's a packrat, you've said, not surprising he hasn't gone through stuff and gotten rid of it, maybe even realized he had it. But now would be a good time to say "oh, didn't realize I still had those! Where's the shredder?"