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@Lucy_In_The_Sky_With_Diamonds: The project room is my sewing room, the guest room and houses all of our (shared) camera lenses and the light box. The "gift wrap room" would probably be the hall closet downstairs that's stuffed with wrinkled and torn paper from Target.

I'm going to come out of the closet right now and say that I enjoy ironing in a big, big way. I've started learning how to quilt and it sings to me when I get do press material. If I have a bad day at work, I'll be up in the project room, ironing away.

@AwkwardTurtle: I've got a baker's dozen. First one's free.

@trulymadlyme: So open it anyway and handle the soft side of the business.

@MathGirl: Add me to the chorus of loving the hair. I have made stylists cry with my hair. It's thick, it's wavy and there's a ton of it. I looked at that photo and thought "SCORE!"

@NefariousNewt: Well, it was vanity, make no mistake. My face looked funny, but it wasn't threatening my life. Nobody knew until the surgery that my neck muscles were malformed. I could have gone through life with a strong personality and a weak chin and I'm sure things would have been fine. I would have been a first

So, here goes my story, buried on page three or four.

God, I miss lobster.

@sarah.of.a.lesser.god (2009: a space ovumlord): We just converted the loft (read tract housing fourth bedroom sans fourth wall or closet, which sounds reeeeeeeally meta for some reason) into a library. Now that I've seen about three quarters of our books consolidated into one place, I can say without a doubt that we

You know it's bad when the porn magnates are looking for a handout.

Women would water down the medals?

@Political Party Girl: Or split the difference and get a Mazda. Both Japanese and (until recently) Ford-backed.

@badmutha: I refer to it as my lady blog in mixed company. The dude just rolls his eyes.

@morninggloria: And this is why I try not to admit to matriculating at UNM.

Good-bye, Jessica. You made my days brighter.

the pain to stop.

Really, how much work does Mrs. Darling have to do? She's in the beginning, she's in the end. Even a crappy non-thespian like myself could pull that off, no sweat.