The beauty of live performance is that anything can go wrong at any time, and a flubbed note or lyric here and there is not the end of the world. However, singing 75% of the notes correctly means that one out of every fourth note out of your mouth is wrong...that's a lot of wrong notes.

*sigh*

I'm pretty anti-Disney, but I must say that this looks fantastic, and I'm really excited to bring my daughter to see it!

So here's an addendum to the story - we went to this restaurant on Christmas Eve this year - we hadn't been there for a couple of years. My husband asked the waitress if she had ever heard of the guy who took the whole bowl of whisky sauce to his table. She said yes, she had heard that story from others, even though…

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Aston Disick? Looks like Ass Dick to me, and I can guarantee that it would look like that to every idiotic kid in the class, too.

Thank you. I'm a stepmother, too. In her better days, my stepmother was the model for how to do it beautifully. We were very close, that's why this stinks. She was never my mom - I have a great relationship with my mom - she was more like a best friend/older sister kind of deal. I can't believe she threw us all over,…

My former stepmother used to give outstanding gifts. Expensive and fashionable clothing that I would never buy myself, good jewelry, etc. Unfortunately, as she sank lower and lower into alcoholism, her gift-giving skills slipped. She started giving things like art she had made by pasting yarn onto canvas (something my…

Agreed. The worst item on the list is the book of Bible quotes for the "teen athlete." Nutcracker tickets for a 5 year old is a really lovely and thoughtful gift, IMO.

It was, as far as I can tell, some sort of white sauce. Very bland. The whole dish was beige and lumpy. Horrifying across the board.

I...that recipe for gumdrop cake...I just...oh my God.

My husband is the only person I know who likes fruitcake. I usually make him one (and yes, that candied fruit is heavy) every year, and he eats it alone while we all sit around averting our eyes and gagging delicately. They do make the house smell amazing when they are baking, though.

Oh God, the chestnuts. I had a friend who brought creamed chestnuts to every Christmas dinner I ever hosted. She labored over them, and loved them - apparently, they were part of her Christmas feast as a kid. We dreaded their arrival and still call them "eyeballs in snot sauce."

It was super awkward because the person who introduced us said something like, "I've been telling Irma what an amazing singer you are," and I was like, "Uh, okay, thanks." I mean, she is a legend, I was just there as a favor, you know? :)

OMG, I just met Irma Thomas this week! I sang at a private party, and she was there. She got up and sang after me, and I was really glad I didn't have to follow her! Amazing woman, amazing voice. I hope I'm as cool as she is when I'm her age, but it's pretty doubtful.

Hurricane or Hand Grenade?

This is an excellent rule. I'll file it away next to my father's alcohol advice: "Never drink anything you can't see through."

I'm surprised the kids drank so much of the alcoholic beverage, because surely there was some kind of alcohol taste amid the sweet stuff?

She has a toy! She has a toy! My head is exploding with cuteness!