You know, there’s an even easier solution. My husband hates to go shopping—therefore, I never ask him to go shopping with me.

I was, because when hubby (who is British) and I started watching Wire in the Blood ages ago, he was like, oh, it’s Robson & Jerome, and then he had to show me the videos. Years later, when GoT started, we did it all over again.

I think some of them do it more often than others. You get somebody like Jared & Jensen from Supernatural, who do lots and lots of guest spots and cons and red carpets, and it’s old hat for them.

And one genre show—Stranger Things.

Lots of New Jersey is awesome and gorgeous. Just avoid Newark and the Shore.

That’s our dreamy Canadian Prime Minister, in his younger days.

The real estate thing seems plausible. I went to a party at The Phoenix Club, and man, those were some cushy digs.

I don’t know about where you are, but here in British Columbia, you can’t fire somebody while they’re on LTD, *especially* if it’s job-related. Blatantly illegal.

I have a 1987 issue with long-haired Mel Gibson on the cover (catnip), and there is not a single penis anywhere in the entire magazine. The closest it gets is an artfully towel-draped Greg Louganis.

We’re Sad Olde Goths and got married on Halloween, so everybody was in costumes at our wedding. =D

I was Truvy in the play in college. Thankfully, the play setting does not require armadillo cake reproduction.

I hear you.

Dear Mariah...

I realised that after the fact, but it was also honestly how I was feeling.

This is all I’ve got right now.