Ugh, THE worst. They could have spent five minutes in line to check those bags and five minutes claiming them, instead. AND they wouldn't have had to fight. Why does everyone choose to waste time and fight?!

THE HORROR.

I suppose people wouldn't react favorably if airlines started supplying tiny, in-flight hobbles to keep those little feet still...

I turned around and begged for mercy after being kicked for three or four hours, once. The mother hissed that she couldn't control the kid because she was three. She seemed really angry at me for complaining (I think I was still able to be semi-polite at that point). So yah, I think she felt as helpless and put-upon…

Because you can't control a toddler. If you could control them, everyone would have their kids in check.

I will never understand why they'd prefer to cause all that trouble just to avoid waiting in line for like five minutes to check/claim their bag on the ground. I would be so stressed if I didn't know whether my suitcase would fit up there/knowing that I would definitely have to fight someone for that space. Bag…

Good list, but I think the number one way we could all make flying bearable is very simple: CHECK YOUR BAGS.

God, it's so horrible. I finally watched it, last night. Bill Nighy and Martin Freeman are the only good parts.

Your job sounds awesome. As long as no major life event forces me to scale back on exercise, I'm gonna fit into that thing for a long, long while, dammit. haha

I finally shelled out for a quality corset a year ago, after pining after them for a couple of decades and dismissing the notion as too expensive. I am at the thinnest I've been in my adult life. D'oh. I guess I can't gain any inches until I've recouped on the investment...

Oh, yes, my response to every price estimate so far for clothes/rings/catering has been, across the board: "hahaha, WHAT?"

It's okay to hate weddings. They can be pretty awful. The tricky part is being cool to your friends when you all hit 30 and you're immersed in their wedding BS for years on end. Happy for them; not happy about the endless wedding chatter. I do not have a perfect record on this front.

Heck yes. If this had happened to my college chums in San Francisco, when we were all 22, everyone surrounding the engaged girls would be wielding gun-hands on themselves.

You know they're magical because she apparently managed to dance in them without any elastic. Witchcraft!

It's not a real Christmas if I don't get to sing "O Holy Night" at an average volume of fff.

Ho-ho-ho - HEE HEE HEE HEEEE! It's OURS this time!

I'm fixing to string some lights near the ceiling and just hang ornaments from it, way up where kitty can't reach. We'll see if she doesn't find a way to eat 'em.

Oh man, I was just visiting my folks and I'd forgotten how hideous our family ornaments are. The Mommers gave me a starter box and it included the one made from an actual dead mouse, labelled "Made in West Germany." It's dressed as a beauty pageant queen, for some reason. I adored that thing as a kid.

Uggghhhh aren't those just the worst? I'm glad nobody attempts that with my name & my fiancé's. We should only be referred to collectively as "those chuckleheads."

Truth. Please slap me if I ever complain again about wearing a brace in high school.