This is bad form, and leaves a wretched taste in my mouth.

And my 29 year old roomie from college died of an aneurysm when her twins were 3. Health - like parenting choices - are highly and entirely personal. I'm happy for her and her family.

I'm so sorry.

So I gave up my life in musical theater and I went to - ahh, Jesus - law school. (I know.) It was my first year, and I was living with a roommate in a rehabbed Victorian in a large-ish small city - roomie was a graphic artist who'd lived in the city a few years and so knew a few more people than Little Hermit Annie…

Shonda? That you?

This is, without a doubt, the single greatest and most awesome mother-to-sons "cut your shit out NOW AND I MEAN NOW" moment since my mom chased my older brothers around the house with a broom. Ah, good times. Good times.

FOUND IT!! Here's what I wrote:

I found out about my then-three-year-old daughter's boyfriend (same age) picking her up from daycare one day. She dropped her coat and he rushed to pick it up and actually PUT IT ON HER SHOULDERS. I complimented him on his manners and he beamed and said "Well I have to 'cause we're getting married tomorrow." Allllll…

Read it again. The vet *refused* to end the cat's suffering.

Ten months pre-wedding, I went into one of those sniffy, snippy boutiques with my mom — exactly one, and exactly once. NOBODY came to help us. We stood there, feeling stupid for about 20 minutes, and feeling enraged for another five. We left and drove straight to another much smaller boutique. I walked out 40 minutes…

That GIF is all the things. Every thing. Every last fucking one of the things.

THEN WHO WAS PHONE (for pizza)?

AW! I totally get that. Phoenix really did a spectacular job with this one - PERFECTLY capturing all the "WTF!" and "HELL NO" and "Mommy (whimper)" one would expect to feel in that moment. Plus finally seeing just what the hell they LOOKED like - and as you say, the super-realistic home video vibe - gah. Now I need to…

HAHA!! I almost edited it because it was way less stalkery-sounding in my head but then I figured, hey if you can't spook your fellow Jezzie-reading neighbors on Halloween WHEN THE HELL CAN YOU!?

I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE! (I live nearby. Howdy neighbor!)

No lie, that scene, right up there? SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME AND BABY GIRL. It's our favorite scary scene of all time - which, yeah I know, but it's a unique combination of "it was age appropriate for baby girl at the time" and "mom/daughter bonding" and "hel-LO, Joaquin Phoenix" and "bwahahahahaha."

Are you kidding me? The only correct answer is "SQUEEEEE!"

OH, also it was Grace Gummer. Not Mamie. (y) Carry on!

Baltimore. She's (supposed to be) from Baltimore.

I loved the book - it's not my absolute favorite but it's somewhere on the top 50 list for contemporary fiction, at any rate, though that's admittedly somewhat of a moveable feast - for precisely this reason. And I also loved the ending. I mean - really, what else could have happened here that wasn't a sellout "Glenn…