Yes. I was so relieved to not find any, ummm, physical residue, if you will, in my hair. But the smell really was horrific. After the first hair wash I was blow drying it and the smell was still there. Ick.

Mine sharted on my head last night. Had to open the windows, wash the blanket and wash my hair twice before the smell went away.

Tried one. It was ok at first, but really hot. I live in the South so 90° and up is standard for 5 months out of the year at least. But the thing had a tendency to travel so it would end up bunched up under a boob and start pinching. And since it always traveled to the narrowest point it totally defeated the purpose…

I'm also short and busty. It's not just the boob factor. Seat belts, even the adjustable ones, go across my neck then directly over my boob. It's miserably uncomfortable in the everyday, but I obsess over the thought that if I do get in an accident I've got a strap across my throat.

It's done so that they hang better on the rack. Pockets don't bulge or get turned out. Also they don't get torn or stretched out of shape after who knows how many people have tried them on. You're meant to snip the threads after purchasing. Men's suits also come this way.

He's my number one, all time favorite. He's deliciously awful. That was the first Georgette Heyer book I read. I was ten. It basically set my psyche so that the super good heroes are just blah. I almost always crush on the slightly bent and evil guys.

Seems to me that most people either crush on some they want to be or who is similar to them. I fall into the logical/rational not very emotional realm. (My biggest emotional outbursts occur when people are being willfully stupid or cruel.) But with my family as an example, I did wonder as a too-smart-for-my-own-good…

Just finished planning a wedding for one of my sisters and thank all the deities (should they exist) it went off w/o a hitch. My advice is tap someone you know to be your planner. It's best if it's someone not in the wedding party. A good friend who maybe dosen't want or can't afford the extra cost of being a…

I lurrrve the Sherlock character. But then my other crushes were/are Spock, Sheldon Cooper, Batman, Tony Stark, the Duke of Avon and Sherlock from the novels. My reasoning is that, in my case, I come from a family of highly volitile, over-emotional and irrational people. Alot of them are really smart but they let…

It's the voice. Yeah he's quirky looking but little plastic Jesus on the dashboard that voice makes me melt.

Years ago I visited relatives in Colombia. My cousin owns a fruit plantation in the jungle. In the mornings we'd step outside and cut fresh pineapples for breakfast. Soooo good. The meat inside is pure white and wonderfully sweet.

I pushed my sister's stroller down the stairs with her in it.

I was a freshman in HS. In Florida. School had been canceled that day. The extreme freezing temps had frozen the pipes at school and they'd burst. As a result I watched this at my grandma's house instead of at the school assembly that had been planned. We were so excited about the launch. The first teacher/civilian in…

I'm of the opinion that *not* looking him up is crazy. I'm married but my sis is doing the whole computer dating thing. She's so sweet that it never occurrs to her that people lie. So when she tells me about her dates I check them out. So far, one married guy, one engaged guy and and one with multiple arrests for…

The joys of owning an e-reader. I can read a romance in public and not get shit from some ass who thinks they're my intellectual superior. Or conversely, read something deep and not have that same person try to "explain" it to me.

Bow Street Runners series. And The Travis Series. I wish she'd go back and do a book for the last Travis brother.

You saying "y'all" reminds me that, as a Southerner, I like the way Nora writes a Southern character. The accents aren't ridiculosly overdone, the word choices are accurate and the rythym is right.

True Betrayals. Horse racing, a mother back from the dead, murder and the sexy gambler next door.

The fart scene slays me. Yes, I have a twelve year old boy sense of humor.

Don't forget the Kerouac for some hipster literary camo.