Hey I’m trying to find the link to that embedded video of Fr. Martin —it’s something I think my Catholic friends and relatives need to see. Maybe I’m technologically challenged but would appreciate the link. thanks!

If anything, this speech was -4 to CHA.

Seconded. Deets please!

These two are the loveliest, kindest, best people, and I am so excited for their success!!! They have made friends with basically half of Chicago and they deliver on their friendships.

Curious, where do you wear wafuku? Do you wear them out? To Target? To dinner? I’m getting married this fall and considered getting the real deal, but when I really think about it, I’ve never had to wear more than a yukata (always visited Japan in summer) and don’t think I can be fussed to deal with an actual kimono.…

Outlook invites for all!

She's gone from suck to blow!!

Sounds like Mr. Hustard (a) was left by his wife or (b) is very insecure about his own marriage / relationship. When I was debating my own divorce, the people who gave me the most grief about "commitment" and "responsibility" were the ones who were worried about their own situations.

I wish you could take that new job and ditch your husband. Any husband who refuses to help is critically deficient.

Mark, I am printing out your relationship tips and putting them on the refrigerator.

Yeah, except... I need her jacket. I will gladly sacrifice range of motion to look that cute in the office.

Additional points off for chewing gum next to the mic.

You have solved my "what do I put on my office wall?" problem. Thank you!

Yes! This is recently discovered for me, too. It's so sexy, and it traps all the good smells. My guy has symmetrical patches of hair on his back like angel wings. He's like a supermanly supernatural superfox.

You're not alone. It made for some acute cringing when my boyfriend started folding my laundry. Now I'm sure that HDGAF so neither do I!

I'm really disappointed you didn't pick one that opens with "Dear [Establishment], I really wanted to love you, but, alas, I couldn't...."

Thank you for bringing this very interesting tidbit to light!

KK is loveliness, distilled and dehydrated into powdered form, and sprinkled on a flaky pastry.

Oh. I meant "moms"—the vernacular singular.

This: why my moms peaced outta there in the 1960s.