Seriously, you're not fooling us
For whom are you living? It’s something I ask during new year’s resolution season but all year-round when I scroll social media.
For whom are you living? It’s something I ask during new year’s resolution season but all year-round when I scroll social media.
My partner gets too into sports at events and acts like a goon. It's one thing to cheer for your team but now he heckles the opposing team's fans and I'm worried it'll escalate if he razzes the wrong person. What should I do?

There is such a thing as watered-down iced coffee. Not anymore though!
For most of my life (all of it, let's be honest), Canada has been that quiet, polite neighbor to the north. We acknowledged its existence, maybe made a joke about the accents or the love of hockey, but honestly, it rarely occupied more than a fleeting thought. We were the world superpower, busy flexing our muscles, and Canada? Well, Canada was… Canada. Nice enough, probably.
Many Canadians know there is something about their East Coast that has a subtle charm. There's just something different about that side of the country, they say. And they're right. This American can confirm it!
Yeah, yeah, we're coffee guys, but we drink other stuff, too.
Are disclaimers catering to snowflakes? Let me give you some context so that question makes sense.
My partner has always had a bit of a crude sense of humor. Lately with all of the events happening in the country (deportations, racism, civil unrest, politics, etc.) he's making comments that are perhaps crossing the line with certain people. He's not being racist per se but if you don't know his personality or how he jokes, it could definitely be taken the wrong way. I think some people are starting to get bad vibes from him. How should this be addressed?
Craving a warm, comforting beverage that combines the richness of chocolate, the sweetness of caramel, a touch of spirited warmth and Buff Boy awesomeness? Look no further!
It cost him $20 and he's never showing his face there again!
I’ve heard it, you’ve heard it – it’s practically gospel in business circles: the food industry is the toughest game in town. The margins, they say, are razor-thin. Restaurants struggle to stay afloat, operating on mere pennies of profit per dollar.
If it's not hair or dimples, Buff Boys are obsessed with fitness. (Go figure, right?) When we were offered a Etekcity HR Smart Fitness Scale it was a no brainer.

Suck it up and get ready to work your fingers. It’s the last thing you want to be doing but you have no choice.
My partner tries to impress people with useless pieces of knowledge (remember Cliff on Cheers?). He's not doing it to be funny but people think he's trying to be and it makes for awkward moments. He's being serious but they don't know how to take it and start laughing. They're essentially laughing at him. He's genuinely trying to share his knowledge but it does come across as a know-it-all or even sarcastic sometimes. I know him so I know what he's trying to do. They don't so it's weird. Any advice?
As I stepped out of my car and onto the parking lot of Thermea Spa in Winnipeg, I couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. The sky was a deep, foreboding grey, and the warm air was thick with the promise of rain.

Want me to do it? Want me to do it? No? Well, why are you teasing me?
I wasn't always a fan of jerky. In fact, I'd never tried it until my brother bought a dehydrator and he and his wife started experimenting with different foods.
It's true that I'm more than just another pretty face. And I intend to keep it that way!
Gas prices are through the roof and the cost of bacon is ridiculous. (Let's not get started on the price of eggs.) That was the consensus last weekend at a family celebration. Yes, we have deep conversations in our family.
Hold the presses, put down those lukewarm lattes and gather ‘round. There's another Buff Boy scandal brewing -- pun definitely intended.
I stayed at a bed and breakfast a few years ago and the owners (a couple) were super nice. I was traveling alone for work so they kept me company and checked in on me, even had me over for meals sometimes. We actually bonded. It almost seemed like a friendship. On my Facebook memories it's showing me that visit from four years ago. I thought it would be nice to send the couple a message (they're somewhat older but their property is still online) to say hi and tell them how I still remember that trip fondly. I've emailed twice and never heard back. My first instinct is they were just nice for the sake of doing business and don't actually care about me. Then I thought something happened to them (illness, death, etc.) but see they're still pictured on their website. How should I feel about this? I feel ghosted.
OK, let's talk retinol. You've probably heard the word but have no idea what it is. For a Buff Boy, it's a necessary work tool! Think smoother skin, fewer wrinkles, and a brighter complexion.
You’re not a parent, you wouldn’t understand.

It's my last night in San Francisco. I told my friends at the tourism board that I wanted a relaxed, though casual, dinner as a send-off. They suggested John's Grill... and a meal with John. Um, OK. THE John from John's Grill? Let's do it!