@J.D.Regent: A schizoid one currently off its meds?

Okay, yeah, I do make the dude lunch every single day, because I love him. But he turns around and makes me lunch, because he loves me. (Tooth rotting, I know.) But he's a big boy who picks up his own socks, because that's what grown-ups in a committed, egaltarian relationship do.

It's still shocking to me that people think all parenting ends once the kid's packed off to school.

At one point, my friend in Winchester asked what I wanted to do when we're in the UK for all of about 36 hours later this fall. I think my answer of "buy bras at Marks and Sparks" kind of threw her off a bit.

It's like we're all in that abusive relationship with society that we warn our friends against — I love you, you're perfect, now change so I'll still love you.

I hate mirrors, because they tell me that I'm an ugly panda.

I can still hear my old master screaming "Slice! SLICE!"

I got married for health insurance. True story. We'd probably be in the middle of a nine year engagement if I hadn't needed surgery.

I'm still pissed off about the Greece/China beach volleyball game that had one of the commentators doing a running hug tally. Creepy and gross.

@mepo: That. is. heart-meltingly sweet.

@PetiteGal: Granted, I've never been whatcha might call "petite," but "big" and "long" are music to my ears. Well, not so much the "long," but I'm comfortable in my frump.

I think part of my enduring love for Los Alamos comes from this book, which makes my friends from there point and laugh at me.

@robot ninja spy, of the guild of calamitous intent:

I'm a more-guys-than-girls-friend person, too. I've never really figured out the beats of a girl/girl friendship. It always ends in some sort of catastrophic failure.

@k8emcg: It was like you were at my screening. We had two little kids next to us, six and four (yes, I asked), and the they were both freaked out by the opening scene. The little one (who was next to us) tried to crawl into his mother's lap (crying), and she told him to "shut up, grow up and watch the movie."

@Susan B.: Well, it was SatC, where a weekly columnist can afford couture. Some people of my acquaintance seem to think it was a documentary. (See also, Julia Allison) Just adding the gentle reminder that it was, because again, people of my acquaintance have been know to say, "But Harry and Chaaaaaaaarlotte did it!"

@Susan B.: That was fiction, and also written before the ban hit last May.

My mother refuses to admit I played soccer. She never came to a game, shuffled off practice pick-ups and drop-offs onto other parents and I'm still bitter, damn it.

Seriously. The Eric Benet syndrome is becoming a friggin' epidemic.

@SarahMC: Ah, yes. For the swing voters.