Personally, I'd kill to see a Lost Lords of Pembrook trilogy, if only for the scene where they storm into the ballroom all hot and angry and hold the majordomo at gunpoint....

No idea, but my husband's cousin has ocular herpes. Picked it up at a swimming pool as a teen. (I know, I know, but apparently a dozen different people all developed eye herpes that summer at the same pool, so...)

Why can't people understand that you NEVER fuck with people who handle your food? I've never worked in the food service industry so I've never experienced it, but it's one of the shittiest things people do. My husband and I have made it a habit to tip extra to any server who's been given a hard time by someone while…

because nothing ever goes away on the internet...

I do, and I know I'm incredibly lucky. My parents are missionaries, so I definitely grew up in an extremely religious environment, but my parents always emphasized learning how to think, not what to think. They encouraged me to ask questions and to learn about things on my own—hell, my dad told me flat-out that he…

I'd picked out these pretty ivory colored beaded heels. Day of, in the church doing all the last-minute prep, I turn to my maid of honor, go "fuck it," and get married barefoot.

Huh. And here I was thinking that real men were anyone over 18 who identified as male. But I'm just a woman, what would I know?

mine was an email I got from my then-boyfriend, and I quote: "have you ever noticed how yourr own blood always tastes different from other people's?"

YES! I was hoping someone would mention it. Best ever.

Not sure if it counts, but I had a fling with a guy a few years back that I was totally hung up on. Long story short, one day I get an email from him, just wanting to know if I'd "ever noticed how your own blood tastes different from everyone else's?"....yeeeaaah, i was done after that.

I know the feeling of the bp2 med guessing! It's awful. My episodes (unfortunately) happen every 16 months. My docs at this point just sedate me till it's over...it kinda sucks, but then, I also don't have any memory of it.

Hmmm...

I've always liked a parliament of owls, myself. Also, wisdom of wombats.

Is the glow screen the super-important thing? Or would a cheap clip-on booklight from a dollar store serve the same purpose? If you went that route, you'd be able to keep all your old ebooks and continue with the gift cards. I have a nook simple touch, and I'm a huge fan—it's not got any extra frills, it's cheap, and…

Hell, I'm allergic to all sorts of things...coffee, beer, milk (but not cheese or ice cream), beef, wheat (but not gluten)...also the usual: dust, mold, pollen. When I asked the doctor what types of pollen, she just looked at me and said, "yes."

no, I'd never seen it before. Thanks!

Gazebo. Because somehow, it's just a funny word.

I struggle with it too, and yeah, it can be really hard. My advice? Be yourself—the funny, intelligent woman you are. At the point when you feel most comfortable (or, at least, the least awkward about it), bring it up. It's not easy. I've had guys look at me like I had a second head, and some of them just wanted to…

I started calling it my Vault of Sin after I heard someone talk about their "Lady Garden."

You know, there's a possibility here we haven't considered—could Bachmann possibly, just possibly, be trolling everyone?