My late father in law was a non-practicing Jew. My late mother in law’s family are all super conservative Southern Presbyterians. After my father in law died, one of the Presbyterian aunts asked my husband how it felt to know that his father was in hell.

I hate the word “hustle.” To me, it’s always been the word middle school gym teachers yell at you to get you to run faster. It’s also overused by coaches and parents of children in peewee sports.

A college friend of mine was worried she was pregnant - she and her boyfriend did a home pregnancy test and then played ping pong in the basement for a while (I can’t remember how long - an hour?) until the test was ready to read. I remember she said it was the longest, most tense ping pong game of her life. 15 or so…

Yep...that ceiling in the baby’s room isn’t going to fix itself, so, you know, he ignored it for 4 years, worked on it for a couple of days, and we are now in month 6 of waiting for him to think about finishing it. Plus when my parents gave us money to fix it so he wouldn’t have to, he got mad and gave the money back,…

THIS! OMG, I never even knew people DID this until I got married!

Sondheim said it best:

I love Judith Viorst’s book, “Grown-Up Marriage.” I think it should be required reading for everyone considering marriage. My favorite part is how she absolutely owns the idea that there may be times when you just hate the person you are married to, but that doesn’t mean it’s time to end the marriage. Best quote is…

I did the exact same thing, except I thought it about Ruth/Blythe. Glad I’m not the only one!

My dad was totally like this, but my husband, a huge road trip fan, is not. I have actually said the words, “You need to go to the bathroom again?!? Christ, we’ll never get there at this rate,” to the man I have married.

3 years ago, my family rented a big house at the shore for a megadose of family time, during which the following happened:

Five year olds do not have blogs. Prerequisites to having a blog seem to be that one knows what a blog is and one can type. I don’t know any five year olds who meet both of these criteria (or either of them, actually...)

#notalldipshits

What’s that noise? Is it the lamb squeaking like nails on a chalkboard? And isn’t it weird that his name is Lamb Chop? (Signifying that his owner either loves to eat lamb or loves Shari Lewis, both of which are alarming?)

Total clomper here. I’d rather vacation in a place with tons of stuff to see than just sit on a beach any day. That amount of idleness makes me crazy. I’d rather hit the museums and then have a long, relaxed dinner with lots of wine. Mmmmmm.....

YES! I like to watch the flight attendants get ready for drink service. I tell myself they wouldn’t be readying the cart if they had important lifesaving things to do instead, so it must be okay.

100% agreed on how Skymall can help. So many stupid things to focus on instead of my impending death. When I heard that Skymall was kaput, I really did wonder what this meant for me and flying. I guess I’ll buy a bridal magazine and look at the hideous gowns instead.

That’s terrible. People are such assholes.

I think I would throw up if someone told me that WHILE I WAS ON THE PLANE.

The one thing that really works to make me feel genuinely better (other than a glass of wine) is remembering that thousands of flights take off and land every day, all over the world, and nothing bad ever happens to them. I try to keep this in mind throughout my flight, but once the turbulence starts, it’s hard to…

Holy crap, I would rather not hear anything than a message like THAT!