My thoughts exactly. Read the headline, and said "Alrighty!" out loud. My boss gave me a funny look, but he's kinda used to this sort of thing.

Same here! I've never shopped H&M, but I'd definitely consider them, if this works out.

It's all in the delivery. If you say, "Duuuuude, I need a price-check on this here Mile High Hungarian. Oh, and where do you keep the Cheez Doodles...?" with a slightly vacant expression, you'll do fine! I mean, really, isn't it more embarrassing to admit that you need a Hickory Farms Yard-O-Beef?

Um. Jello's made with animal byproducts. Beefy, bony byproducts. It's just not safe!

Little Tart is absolutely correct. I live in a Right-To-Work State. If you check the maps for the Walmart Black Friday protests, you'll find that there were ZERO of 'em here in Idaho. I doubt that there were any fast-food protests here, either. The reason? Right-to-Work means that your employer can fire you without…

I dunno...I'm a hennaed vivid-redhead, and I'd wear this. With green boots. And bright orange accessories. Because I can.

Hmm. No. I don't think I can do this. After my last huge beefcake disappointment (the first "Thor" movie), I'm just not sure that I can commit to something like that.

It was from this awful, vapid commercial for paint, a couple of years ago- it was on ALL THE TIME, here in Boise! The typical, obviously wealthy, good-looking 20-something couple, disagreeing on color schemes for their McMansion. Ugh.

"I like bright colors. Like beige!"

Uh, shock? Horror?

I dunno...how clean's the ceiling? ;)

And wait a minute- the stuffing! WHERE DID THE STUFFING GO?! He threw it up in the air, but less than HALF appears to have come back to earth...ceiling stuffing...?

Might be. Or else she may have been a Russian spy. You just never know. ;)

*Hee hee* Only 12 guns? God, you must be a Coastal....

Someday (like, when I get my oven fixed!), I am sooo gonna invite all of you over for Thanksgiving. Seriously.

This makes me want to kidnap your grandma, and leave them to their own devices. My own grandmothers have passed on- I'd be delighted to borrow yours. (And feed her a meal she DOESN'T have to cook herself!)

Jesus. Your family, other than you grandmother, SUCKS.

Thanks! That Safety Lecture is exactly the reason why I did it so early (the boys are 10 and 7)- it pissed me off, and still does, that *I* had to be the one on the defensive all of the time.

I didn't wait for that- those kinds of changes are too damned slow-moving. After this was first publicized, I actually sat my boys down and we talked, for a very, very long time. Why wait until they're teens? And hell, will there even be a sex ed class for them here, by the time they're that age? (I doubt it. I'm in…

At the time, they were still just Boxing Day sales- not yet with added crazy. (That came later.) But the prices were just stunningly low, for the times, and it wasn't but a few years down the line that people brought the crazy into it, to get that one last item...large groups of shoppers + small quantities of loss…