Because we're in New York, mine are in Vegas, and his are in Dallas. My grandfather is very ill and can't travel while I hate a despise Las Vegas and refuse to get married there. Most of my relatives are by marriage to my grandmother, who WILL cause trouble and cut me off from my grandfather if I don't invite every…

Welp, that helped me exactly not at all. I already have the guest list down to family only, and I don't like my family. I'm pretty much just trying to get together an event I won't hate on a shoestring budget when I'd rather scrap the entire idea aspend the money on a honeymoon instead.

I may have to make a data-farming trip this weekend.

Have they gone back to the non-shoestring fries yet? I miss those wavy, cripsy bastards.

If she can dance without going to hell, then why make such a big deal over what the dance involves? If that's her point —big if — it'd be better expressed by not being such a pill about it.

Sticks to them to the point that she chooses a hip-tastic Latin dance for Choose Your Own Dance? If she were just sticking to her ideals, she'd have chosen a waltz or something tepid like that.

Actually, he does the dishes 70% of the time.

I've only ever used a toaster oven for one thing: Red Baron French Bread Singles. They ended up so crunchy it cut my mouth (in the best way possible, like Cap'n Crunch). Haven't had one before or since, and don't miss it.

I have a boyfriend. Does that count?

Agreed. It made sense for Hunger Games, given the ostentatious looks of the Capital.

At least the US isn't the only country in the world that treats male athletes like they're made of Teflon when it comes to crimes against women

Are those clothes? Like, things people would actually wear? Like, outside? Looks like a bunch of stapled-together rags for dressup time at the preschool.

I went to see stand up at this tiny Long Island City club last week, and was rather surprised there was only 1 woman among 5 comedians. Or 4 comedians and 1 MC [male].

Of course. ():3

I knew my guy was a keeper when, the first time we were getting hot and heavy, I started my bleeding. Had to clean my undies fully expecting a damp walk to the drugstore for supplies. He offered to get them for me. This was pre-serious dating.

YES! Finally! And next season, the lorgnette!

I think it was because they didn't show off the legs. Of course, this was also usually when said skirts were over 3 layers of petticoats and pants were skin-tight.

Hope some Massachusetts Catholic private school girls refuse to wear their skirted uniforms on the grounds of immodesty based on this. Good for the lulz while I'm drinking the pain away.

Maybe he doesn't like splooge up your cooter, then.

She probably just doesn't like splooge in her cooter.