ME NEITHER. it's blowing my mind.

Sames.

Do a lot of people actually know that she has Sami ancestry?

I think it's also partially "I fixed my life so why can't these bums?"

Reminds me a lot about the points made recently about women in combat in the military; I can't remember the source but there was an article where a soldier said men are trained for combat roles from the very beginning, physically, so clearly they pass the test at much higher rates than women who have not been put…

I know. I'm not so confident that I just go in and do whatever when whoever is there, but I have a work-poop strategy: go in when nobody's in there, quickly squeeze it out (luckily my poops are conducive to this), flush, and then you're home free. I don't care if somebody comes in when I'm wiping.

My mom literally cannot. She loves coming home from vacation because I swear to god she doesn't poop for a whole week. Or at least claims she doesn't. She has gotten better though, as I smelled evidence that she was pooping when we shared a beach house this summer. Progress.

My mom texted me the next morning telling me she was sick about it.

That's exactly what I was thinking. She is getting very close to Bishop's business.

over/under on likelihood that Kalinda dies?

I've actually learned so much more about Ebola due to the recent stuff that has made me actually LESS afraid of it than I was before. I mean, it's still incredibly deadly obviously, but not quite so horrifically graphic as some accounts would have you believe. I had no idea that the instances of bleeding were so few…

Ugh. If there were convenient classes in my city that didn't cost at minimum $100/month I'd be all over it.

I try to go for a 30 minute run every other day because it's heart healthy, burns some calories, and is free. But yes, I hate it.

Yup, just one version. My regular old name with no changes whatsoever :-)

Oh, no. I'm NOT changing and I'm anticipating all the corrections to people who assume I am now Mrs. Hisname.

i'm bracing myself for all the corrections i'll have to make in the coming months.

I can't think of a specific incident but being a 16 year old in a fast food kitchen with lots and lots of dudes led to a lot of what I thought of as "normal" hassling and sexual banter.

I really love it as weird as that sounds. It was enthralling. I was only 9 when Columbine happened so I only remembered a little of the media coverage and events as they happened. Going back and filling in the pieces on an event like that is just awesome for me.

yes yes yes yes. at one point my mom finally exploded on my dad when he didn't see the big deal about cleaning up and said, "well YOUR MOTHER isn't going to come over here and ask you why you keep such a dirty house!"

Ooh thanks! This is right up my alley.