Here's what I don't get: My husband takes the drain trap out when he does dishes. WHY? It just clogs the sink in the long run.

My husband hates me because even when we get no-interest financing for a year on, say, a new carpet or new major appliance, I will pay that sucker off as soon as possible because I hate having anything in the debt column. He hates it that I constantly pay the Amex — essentially, as we use it — rather than pay the full…

To be fair, I think it comes from the idea (true) that kosher chickens are tastier. I married into a Jewish family and they all swear by kosher chickens and they don't even keep kosher. From what they tell me, it's because they use more salt.

Side note: My mother sends us an Easter ham every year with many happy Easter…

I'm pregnant now after changing my mind "late" in life (I am of "advanced maternal age," because nothing is more fucking ridiculous than that phrase, because even my doctor laughs at it). I ... still don't really like kids.

But even my mother gave me some clarity on this: "Kitten, I don't like kids, either. I liked…

My husband's best friend ALWAYS wanted kids. When he met his now-wife, who is 13 years older than him, his dealbreaker was kids: She'd never wanted them, but she loved him, so she had a kid.

She is an amazing mother. She loves her child more than she could have ever imagined she would love a child. But if you think for…

Sorry if someone else already put this here, but I found this piece from last year totally fascinating: http://www.swimmingly.com/relationships/…

My dad, who was drunkenly strangling a (very gay) guest for dancing with the MOB (who was fall-down drunk herself) and then turned his rage on my husband of six hours when he tried to break it up, threatening to "fucking end you."

(I have told this story so many times and I finally got it down to just one sentence!)

I should be surprised, but I'm not. I ride the subway every day. (Actually, I just realized — this is the N train, right? I take this one ... so reeeeally not surprised.) Not once since I've been pregnant — to be fair, since I've become visibly so — has anyone so much as offered to stop taking up two seats, let alone…

It made my entire day to be in this post.

Also, my husband has no recollection of this whatsoever.

Yep, it was misspelled. For their next kid's announcement, they spelled the now-big sister's name correctly (Monica instead of "Moncia").

Elope. Elope right now.

Holy fucking shit, your printers are TERRORISTS. There, I said it.

Seriously, that's awful.

You only send save-the-dates for invited guests. That's gauche to not invite you after sending you the damn save-the-date — ESPECIALLY for far-flung guests.

This made me giggle so hard. Thank you.

HOLY SHIT PEOPLE JUST GO TO THE DAMN LIBRARY AND GO TO THE LINK AND DO IT. Lord a'mighty, people be morons.

I can actually forgive a lot when I'm not at work. Misspelling the bride or groom's name? I don't get it. Frankly, I can't help but think that the MIL was trying to find her own passive-aggressive way of expressing her displeasure.

I have received two recent birth announcements with prominent misspellings. The one, I could totally see (I'm not that evil), but the other ... misspelled the kid's name. Misspelling the bride's name — I'd faint.

When our wedding invitations arrived, I carefully proofread — which I had actually done when I ordered them, FYI — to make sure everything was kosher. I'm an editor and my husband is a writer, so this isn't something we fuck around with.

My fiance's middle name was misspelled. Instead of "Lawrence," it was…

My girl cat (not the stupid one) decides that when I'm on the toilet, it's time to climb atop my shoulders and purr wildly. She knows she's got me where she wants me and I can't do anything about it.