That's a pretty awesome story, actually. One for the grandkids.

I love crazy socks. All socks, really. But the weirder, the better. I've been accused of having a sock fetish, but that's better than a shoe fetish because it's cheaper. Also, now that I know how to knit socks, the possibilities truly are endless.

If I remember when I get home, I will!

I love being Jewish so much right now.

There's nothing quite like a comfortable pair of boots. I recently had to ditch a pair I've had for a long time because they were too far gone. I miss them, but I got biker boots with a distinctly Firefly vibe to help me through my grief. Too bad boot weather here only runs October through April.

You're not the only one! My toes are oddly shaped and I can't look good in most open-toed shoes, so I just avoid them. (Except the one pair of $2 flip flops I wear to the pool, because who cares.)

OMG WANT. I. Love. Boots.

I just can't look away. It's mesmerizing.

That's cool. Thanks for being nice!

My sock and shoe choice today. Yes, those are Christmas socks. Yes, it's June. I'm wearing all grey today and I needed a pop of color. So there.

High school was in Southern California, college was in Central California. Fastest way to get home/get the hell out again was to catch a Southwest commuter flight from Ontario (CA) to San Jose. I miss flying backwards.

A large triangular scarf tied jauntily around the shoulders does wonders for a too-low neckline. I don't have big boobs but I do have a few work dresses that show a tad too much. I knitted myself a lovely blue scarf that goes with everything and it works perfectly. (Plus I made some side money selling commissions…

My girls get good grades too. High five!

Wow, thanks for the gore warning. Any chance you could take out the picture and put in a link instead? I realize I'm a weakling when it comes to blood but I found this somewhat disturbing.

I dunno, I don't mind the post-sex mess. It makes it feel more...real. I had a partner once who couldn't climax for love or money (woo, SSRIs!) and sex with him felt like I was fucking a toy attached to a sweaty meatsack. As an extra layer of protection male BC sounds aces but I think I'd be a little sad over the loss…

Given my previous partners, I could use a course or two in how to pick 'em. I have a tendency to fall for people who are badly damaged and fun to be around, but awful partners. The people I meet who would make spectacular partners are just not appealing to me. Someday...

Yep, same here. Sometimes I dream about cutting back to 30 hours, and then I look at my grocery bill.

A former roommate of mine went all the way through grad school and earned advanced certifications in special ed, but freely admits she never wants to work again after she gets married. 'Course, with the wedding she's forcing her fiance into, neither of them will ever be able to afford retirement, so I dunno how that's…

If I could do this with jello shots it might actually convince me to learn how to play.

Every single person I have ever slept with has fought me for custody of my stuffed pink elephant. I always win.