If someone summed up all of my holiday party antics over the past few years together into one paragraph, I would sound worse than Xtina. Does this mean I have a problem?

I desperately wanted either a Barbie Dream House or a Barbie Town House. Either one. I was Barbie obsessed and I wanted a house for Barbie so so so much. Unfortunately I shared a room with my sister and there was no room. Plus, when I was little my mom was a stay at home mom so we didn’t have the funds for some big…

Banana is another place where I have better luck with their outlet. Much cheaper and the clothes are more appropriate for work.

I get a lot of sweaters from J Crew Factory. They have good sales and online coupons. Good staples. I have such good luck there that I try regular J Crew every so often and quickly leave the store when I see the prices.

-Jack Handy

Add a picture of a minion looking sad to that quote and you will be 90% of my Facebook friends.

Having kids means that I have about 6 bras of varying sizes shoved in the bottom of a drawer. They’re all in good shape and they’re good brands but my boobs start off huge and go down as the milk goes away and the weight is lost. I never knew I could donate them. Need to find them!

Yep, it is dehumanizing to any woman with kids. See also, “MILF” - another thing implying that moms are soooo grody and asexual that we have to have a special name for the ones that we’d actually want to fuck. Because otherwise, yeechh!

Yes, exactly! A few months ago when I confessed to my husband that I wasn’t happy and how we never spent any time together or shared anything anymore, he started just randomly hugging me. Like I’d be in the kitchen trying to leave and all of a sudden I have to stand there being hugged for 30 seconds when I really was…

We are the same! Yes, I have gone through this whole thought process too. Why do they need to shout this from the mountains? Why is it so important to me to have it shouted in a public place? I don’t know the answers. I really don’t.

It is a bit like Romy & Michelle when Jeanene Garafalo found out that everyone made someone feel like shit in high school. Chances are, your posts make someone else feel like shit. I post a lot of stuff about my job because my husband isn’t getting along and we had a terrible year with our older son and getting him…

I get this feeling on Facebook. Instagram doesn’t bother me but I confess that when I go on Facebook, I get really really really jealous by all of the effusive mushy posts people make about their spouses or kids. No one in my family is mushy like this and never has been. So I read - with fascination and jealousy- all…

My sister says this. My parents paid for us to go to private school our whole lives where we got good educations and were able to get academic scholarships. They paid for music lessons and sports teams. They were both home in the evenings encouraging us to do our homework and study for tests. True we had to pay for…

Yep, all of my favorite items are from TJ’s. I have Reebok tops and a Nike pullover and some other brand that starts with an M that I can’t afford full price.

Fabletics was the worst. I signed on for that $25 outfit. It fit really weirdly and the sports bra had sharp plastic adjustment things that cut into my skin. The colors were also neon even though they did not appear to be that bright on the screen. The pants were way too tight and the shirt was way too loose. In the…

True. Plus, let’s be real, the whole “I’m waiting” thing is often a media story and “no sex” can mean a variety of things depending upon how you define sex. There were girls at my Catholic high school who said to everyone in the world that they were waiting but confessed to friends that they had not. There were others…

I've always joked that I want to be cremated with my ashes to be scattered on the front lawn of my enemies so it's logistically easier to haunt them. I'm not entirely joking, I guess.

It looks better on the women than it does on the ordering site. But I’m still not a huge fan of it. But I could see ordering it based on price alone if I needed clothes for TV.

My college internship involved answering the phone at the local NBC affiliate. It was INSANE. Old ladies were hyper critical of the females on camera “I don’t like her haircut” “Tell her to wear more colors!” “Is she married? Who is she married to?” - “She looks fat” “She looks pregnant” “She looks tired” - crazy and…

Sometimes you should’t try to play the glad game, Joyce.