YES. LUSH. Get yourself to your nearest LUSH store or go to their website and buy bubble bars. I use like half at a time and I get the biggest, foamiest, smushiest, most plentiful, gorgeous-smelling bubbles ever. Lots of different scents, and all natural ingredients so you don't have to "be careful of your lady…

In my hometown, Chick's Sporting Goods became Dick's Sporting Goods while I was studying abroad, and when I came home I was like "It happened, I've entered Bizarro World."

As a stage manager I co-sign this comment. I've been to a preview in my company where the projectors didn't cooperate and they had to stop and start again (fucking projectors, man). We also somewhat hand-select our preview audiences to be friendly and constructive feedback-givers: company members, associates,…

Last year Mr. Wont & I visited my parents in northern Idaho for the 4th of July. We researched the best hiking in the area and decided on Scotchman's Peaks, mostly because "Ooh look honey, I guess sometimes hikers see mountain goats! How crazy!"

How dare you insult Taco Tuesday.

I always casually thought I'd have kids, until I started college and realized how ridiculously complicated and hard it can be just to take care of oneself. I had an "I'd rather be 40 than pregnant" mug, and pushed the thought of kids safely into "forever from now," ie "after graduation and marriage, I guess." My…

Well if the stage manager for this play doesn't drink on the job yet, she's about to start.

There is a serial hallway pooper in my apartment building right now. I at first assumed it was a feral cat getting in, since the poop bombs always appeared on welcome mats. But then we got hit, and it was smeared all over the wall next to the door. Still not sure if it was human poop or "found poop," but it's so…

Bones are secrets.

I did not know "vigorous" until I backpacked. Hiking is all well and good, but climb a mountain with a heavy-ass pack and it's a whole 'nother world.

Good to know! I usually get a small bottle to avoid that, but extra incentive to get outdoors often this summer. "I know you're tired honey, but this sunscreen's gonna expire, we HAVE to hike."

Holy hell is this ridiculous. I love sitting/laying/hiking/swimming in the sun as much as the next California girl, but I also love all my big floppy hats and loose-fitting, thin, long sleeve tees, and my "car bottle" of sunscreen...you know, for traffic, and in case I forget the hiking and/or beach bottles. …

That is awesome! She'll remember that for life. :)

My dad and I danced to Werewolves of London, because I couldn't with all the Sappy McSapperson choices out there. When dad used to drive my sister and I to school he'd play Warren Zevon's greatest hits, and we probably knew all the words to Werewolves and Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner before we knew the pledge…

WHAT?!?!

Oh gross I gagged. So gag.

My husband and I live in a studio apartment and all our windows face the building next to us, which is, of course, the nastiest, oldest, most run-down roach hotel on the block. For some reason (probably all the feral cats and aforementioned roaches, and fleas) the people who live in this building completely eschew…

The only reason my husband hasn't replaced all his bodily fluids with eggnog by now is because they only sell it once a year. He must never know about this.

This is horrible and just reading it gives me a punch in the gut. When you first get engaged you aren't sure how the ring's going to stay on in everyday life. I was taking my ring off to wash my hands every time in the first month or so, wasn't sure if I should sleep with it on, etc.. It makes no difference how…

Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook.