You're not, he's apparently dating my mom.

I'm a girl and on G+, 1/3 of my small circle are female. I do hate to admit though that none of us think much of it yet. Still go back to FB since that's where all the friends are.

I just went to an Indian wedding last month and there were over 1300 guests! It was AMAZING! Best wedding ever.

WHatF? (I meant What?!, but you scrambled me so badly.) It tastes like juniper and is bitter as my aunt Nancy! I wonder if it's like cilantro where it's really good to some people and tastes like dirt to others.

Because people don't like to learn new things. Because not everyone in your work group is going to adopt a new application. Because you all already have access to SharePoint and Outlook, so no need to requisition anything new.

Chocolate lasagna? Hmmm, that sounds like something I would like to learn more about!

And don't forget your area code. You don't want a bad area code from the valley, or worse yet, Corona.

I grew up upper-middle class, but from a small town in Southern California. I had relatives in rural areas near us or in Central California who were definitely lower class and had experiences with them throughout my childhood that allowed me to see animals butchered, ride horses (western style), stay with my grandma…

There's too much dumb to reply to, so I'm just going to reply to you and tell you that I see what you did there and get your meaning.

We have the less graceful "ugly hot."

Second the recommendation for Period Tracker, it's excellent and has a complement app for your significant other so he or she knows why you're crying/need salty snacks/are cranky/are extra horny, etc. It's for iOS.

Sex dreams are nice, but they can also be horrible. I have super vivid sex dreams and have orgasms during them. I love when they involve someone I've been crushing on, whether celebrity or someone I know. They turn horrible when it's some disgusting guy I work with and I have the heebie-jeebies forever afterward.

Oh my god, I hadn't even thought of that. Here's hoping she goes through with the suicide before taking that route. (What an inspirational hope that is.)

I don't heart often, but I've had you hearted for a while and each time I read one of your comments, it just reinforces my excellent decision making.

Can anyone explain to me why women I have very precarious ties to (co-workers and new acquaintances) feel the need to share their stories about blood clots they've passed that are the size of golf balls? Is anyone else a victim of this overshare? I'm talking 15 women in my lifetime, which seems like a lot to me, but…

I love that suicide would have been an option had you had a gun. I laughed heartily at that through the empathetic mortification I felt.

Fully clothed.

I feel like they'd be a lot cuter if they weren't so overdone. Put them in play clothes and let their hair be free. Those awful clothes and accessories are to their detriment.

You, apparently. ;)

When I was preggers and desperately exhausted during the first trimester, I would sleep anywhere. I made use of all of these tips. Pregnant is very similar to being hungover.