Why did I already know this? Must be the worst kept secret ever.

Maybe not beer. But a good bottle of wine. ;-) Cuz I’m elitist that way.

Seems like the problem with being smarter than someone else (in politics) anymore is that then you are “elitist.” I am one of those people that wants my President to be WAY smarter than little ol’ me. Too many people find that threatening, and seem to want a President with whom they’d be comfortable sitting around…

I remember my mother (who was born in 1933) saying that even if it became illegal again, women would go back to the old-fashioned non-surgical methods. However, I think she lost several friends to those methods in the 1950’s..

I fall 2-3 times a year. In crazy-sensible shoes. I dread old age…I will be one hip replacement after another. I have asked my daughter for patience and bubble wrap.

That’s a pretty popular term for people with step-kids, even if they aren’t bazillionaire super models. Step-parenting is the hardest job ever, so I’ll give her a pass.

Unless it’s your baby, then they are cute immediately. :-)

Elizabeth, Colorado. Northwest of Colorado Springs and Southwest of Denver. Just as a reference point.

I totally misread the article’s title, and saw “In relationships, people care more about what’s right with you than wrong.” I was so sad to be mistaken.

Meh - my daughter cheered for a year, was on a championship team, and now has a women and gender studies minor in college. Hypothetical daughters are way more stressful than real ones. Moving into cheer was WAY better than the modern dance company she was in where she came home crying every day. Basically, you get who…

When my very-curly-haired daughter cheered for her high school, they would straighten her hair for competition (this was a 3A high school - not a club team). But I remember it being fun for her and kind of a bonding thing, as it took a ton of time for one of her teammates to do the magic with the straightener. But her…

So clearly, abstinence only sex-ed is working really well at promoting respectful attitudes towards young women.

And she’s hot.

I like Keith Urban’s shoes.

Nobody owns a color, or hair stripes.

So here’s the deal. I am 27 years past my first wedding, and, at 50, a solid 40 pounds heavier. My adorable partner even married me at that 40 pounds heavier weight than my child-bride number. I get to the gym once a week, whether I need to or not. And sometimes 3! Chalk it up to kids, wine, anti-anxiety meds,…

I ate peanut butter and banana and a bowl of cornflakes every morning for breakfast, and someone who was also pregnant felt the need to tell me the cornflakes were a waste of time. But I liked them, so, screw her. And my now 20 year old baby is just fine.

Seems that if there is also a “girlfriend” in the picture, condoms should have been a non-negotiable for BOTH of them. Non-monogamy=condoms.

Did I understand correctly that the toy is NAMED Harris Faulkner? That’s not exactly like naming something Susie Smith. (And I even know a Susie Smith!) That little detail is pretty strange. Not that people own their names.

Maybe it’s a lucky thing that kids don’t actually talk on the phone (or often in person) much anymore. Otherwise, he’d have been totally acquitted.