I was around, but didn't wear it the first time - long story involving oppressive ex-husband who wanted me to dress like Pam Anderson in Baywatch. HUH - guess it wasn't that long after all. Anyway - I like ditzy print dresses and flannel shirts and combat boots. I figure I'll wear the parts I like and the rest of…

While you two were busy fighting, John and I have been hanging at the bar. To quote Opus, "phbbbttt!!"

Same here. Even if I'm the one blowing them.

HA! No. It's a shame too, because (I think) it's such a beautifully written book. But that ending just PISSED ME OFF.

About the 9 minute mark is when I turned to my husband and choked out "Isn't this a kids movie?? When does it get happy?"

I had a totally different reaction to the end of that book. I hurled it across the room in anger and yelled "HE DIES?? THE FUCK??" Not everything has to be wrapped up in a bow, but damn man.

"...but I also still remember that Mittens bottomed."

At 2:30, I yelled out "Susan Lucci, bitches!!" and scared the cats. Thank you.

Thank you. I watched that movie, waiting for the good part to kick in. 16 years later and I'm STILL waiting.

Indeed it is. It's also the first drippy sauce place I could think of.

Was the one on the left inspired by a messy trip to Spaghetti Warehouse? Ick.

I lost 10 lbs on the Divorce Debt Diet. Full time job plus part time job meant 60-70 hour work weeks and I was living off of Diet Coke, beef jerky and cigarettes. I compensated for the lost lung capacity with toned, giant bag of dog food lifting biceps.

Aha!! I do the same thing. It makes me unreasonably happy when I manage to pull the polish off in one little nail-shaped sheet, rather than having to scrape-pick-scrape-pick.

Ah - reading comprehension fail. I got all caught up in the idea of her standing up, brushing her shoulders and getting back to business.

Now THAT is some salesmanship right there, I tell you what.

The sum total of my skiing knowledge is that it involves cold weather, speed and gravity. I avoid 2 of those 3 things when I can and the third one and I have been involved in an armed truce for 40ish years now.

In a perfect world, the distinctive shape of his facial bruising would make him easy to track down.

Some of us (me) think skiing looks like the most terrifying thing in the entire world and have no interest in trying it. For the weinies out there (again - me), what is a "pizza"??

Oh, Kelley. You make everything better.

I'd search for an appropriate .gif or write something witty, but I can't concentrate over the voices (yes, multiple!) in my head screaming, "EW..EW...EW.EWEWEWEWEWEWEEEEEWWEWEWEWEWWWW...!!"