My husband's maternal grandparents were pushing for him to be named Troy. I'm glad for everyone involved that that choice was rejected immediately. I wouldn't have gone on a date with anyone named Troy.

I was peacefully watching the Simpsons with my roommate when I glanced to the side of the TV, which was at the top of a stairwell, only to see a raccoon staring at us. It seemed just as surprised as we were (my roommate screamed). It ran away, but also offered an explanation as to why our other roommate's cat had…

Did you go to Hollywood Upstairs Medical College too?

"I get four hours of sleep a night, eat twelve hundred calories a day, and my closet has been on the cover of Organized Living... twice."

I took Plan B - I had a day of being wacko. It's the repeated, daily madness that I couldn't handle.

It's not weird. I feel that way too sometimes. I remember having a condom breaking experience, feeling really, really rotten, thinking that if I wasn't such a lame-o, I could handle the hormones and this wouldn't have happened.

I am with you there. I tried using my processor for chopping for a little while, but having to clean it properly afterwards negated any time-saving I might have gained by using the processor instead of my trusty kitchen knives.

What is this hair?

Friday! You have much strength, friend.

Things have kept getting in the way that have prevented my husband and me from watching the Game of Thrones finale. Tonight, everything aligned and I was looking forward to it and then my husband got called away to do some emergency science.

I think it can take awhile. I met my husband online and although he is very physically attractive and we have a lot in common, I did not really like him after the first date. Or the second date. I went on a third date and it was a lot of fun, enough fun to convince me to keep seeing him. I was fairly certain it wasn't…

I thought I was the only one!

You are my people.

This makes me thankful that I've never gone to Twitter with my real feelings about Garrison Keillor.

Same story here, except it's horses. I don't ride in jeans (a lot of people do, though) and even still, a few trips to the barn in the summer and my jeans are able to stand up on their own. No one would speak to me if I didn't wash them.

I didn't recognise him when I met him either. Or rather, I didn't know he was famous. All I knew was that my roommate had invited a bunch of friends over to watch a Laker game the night before I had a midterm. I shook his hand, angrily and said, "I hear you play guitar."

My mother recently came to visit and insisted on paying for dinner one night...and left a $5 tip on a $75 meal. My husband stuck $15 in the folder thingy as we left after I gave him a look.

I've seen that happen. The small pony I rode had a best friend medium. Shared everything - went in the same stall, rode in the same portion of the trailer together. Many years after I grew out of the small, he started having teeth problems and had to have a few removed and be put on a special diet (he was, maybe 25).…

I've done that too, but it's made unbelievably and far too temptingly easy for me: my husband's ex is an aspiring actress in LA so she has an IMDB page listing all the depressing, crappy little projects she's worked on (mostly horror and docudrama crime reenactment shows with roles like "victim's neighbour" or…