We must be on the same cycle. My afternoon snack today was ramen with whipping cream mixed in (I swear it's not as gross as it sounds!).

Someone, and I think it was The Bloggess, once described having big boobs as being like carrying around a gigantic purse that you can never ever put down.

Yeah, I can't even do spaghetti straps. Full support all the way!

She's pretty good in the flawed-but-enjoyable Stardom:

I've been with my husband, aged 37, for over 20 years, and I think I can do his answers without even consulting him.

My 37-year-old husband would make a scornful face, snort, and then hang his head and swing it back and forth slowly, which is his version of facepalming. Then he'd ask me how much of my work day I had spent on Jezebel.

What is that weird thing stuck in front of her foot - oh.

And kids! Kids too. Remove the article's "Perfectionism kills romance" line and you've got "withholding praise makes your loved ones lose that loving feeling." I thought they were talking about all of the relationships in a family, not just the marital one.

I'm with you, but I have to say that we use it to shut down the kids' expectation that they'll get to come along.

I posted the exact same thing! Unfortunately, like you I am stuck in the grey and nobody's being exposed to our truth.

It's lovely, and has a lovely story to go with it. Good job all around!

After years of working with small scale miners, and being married to a mining engineer, I completely agree.

I can do that! We love it here, and feel very lucky to be able to live here.

That's very cool!

This was supposed to be a hot new trend in 1996:

It's really not a possibility - but he is definitely very lucky, as am I!

I love hearing stories like yours. We live in Peru and I recently gave my 11-year-old the task of researching interesting places to visit in South America, to be able to contribute ideas for the next family vacation.

That... really depends on the college degree.

Eh, pot makes me paranoid and edgy and insomniac, and comes from bad people where I live. And is illegal here, so there's that. Alcohol makes me feel mellow and content, and more kindly disposed towards my fellow humans. Different strokes.

That crossed my mind too! I was all, "but I wouldn't take too much, because then other people wouldn't get to enjoy it."