I’m a Dean girl through and through but if Sam showed up in my yoga class he’d get all the adjustments he needed.

She’s my wife! She’s my daughter!

Spanx don’t really have the sweat-dissipation qualities of most compression gear, and they’re not designed to stay put during extreme movements.

You got John Constantine, you got an R rating. Hellblazer wasn’t for the kiddies.

I know someone who can fix that:

I’ve taught yoga to people who were clearly, profoundly stoned. They fell over. A lot. It might have been fun for them, but it wasn’t for me.

I have Crohn’s. I get the stress-poops, especially in the mornings. I have a mental map of all public restrooms within a 50-mile radius. Paradoxically, a high-fiber diet slows them down.

For some reason I thought that the header pic was a still from 50 Shades (I haven’t seen either that or Twilight,) and I thought, “Oh, they finally went with the serial killer angle.”

Far worse. We knew Bush was dumb and under-qualified, but he’s not a fundamentally terrible human being. He didn’t have any active malice toward swathes of the population. If 9/11 hadn’t happened he would’ve been a mostly unremarkable footnote in history.

I will be teaching a 2-hour yoga class then watching the results while drinking Jack Torrances— bourbon with a splash of Advocaat and insanity.

The last couple years I’ve scored an honest to glob wild turkey breast from a hunter friend who also does the dressing out and butchering. It’s got no fat, so it has to be baconed up a bit, but it is delicious. Tastes like turkey instead of cardboard.

No, no, no. A tablespoon of sugar, tops, buttermilk, bacon fat instead of margarine, and cooked at 450 in a 9-inch cast iron skillet. That abomination you linked is NORTHERN cornbread, which might as well be a muffin. Southern cornbread is crunchy and NOT sweet.

I have both— a Le Creuset and a set of Lodge in 6, 9, and 12-inch. The Lodge pans get used a lot more due to the fact that cook more evenly and have built up a better nonstick surface. I don’t know if it’s the enamel or what, but my Creuset has a couple hot spots.

Y’know, I am 42 and have been married for 20-some years. I have stopped being polite with the answers to that question. “Nope, no kids. Seemed like a really bad idea. I don’t like them- they’re too sticky and don’t litter-train.”

Louis likes to sleep with one ear flipped inside out.

I am way, way more worried that another damn squirrel has gotten into the walls when they do that shit than I am about ghosts. Squirrels are pure chaotic evil.

I’m really allergic to fleas, so . . .

I kinda wanna see Hillary enter by punching down through the ceiling and landing in the 3 point pose: