I wrote about this on another thread, but my dog was shot when I was a little kid, for jumping, with muddy paws, on a bad man. Still really bothers me. I also had another beloved dog shot, but he had somehow gone down the road far from our house and was apparently barking at sheep. I think the shooter in that case…

When I was just a wee kid, my family came home from a weekend at the grandparents' to find my sweet little rat terrier gut shot. She waited till we got home to pass away, and even made the last push to run to our car. Our alcoholic dickhead neighbor admitted that he shot her because she jumped on him with muddy paws.…

If we hadn't married, I would have mourned those letters. As it is, I am treated daily to his whackadoo charm and verve. I still have secret hopes of finding a way to unlock the damned discs and print them out for an anniversary present some year or another.

I saved all my husband's love emails to me (from our early dating days) on hard disc. So, now I have three obsolete discs that I can't bear to throw away. Hooray modern (ish) love.

I'm right there with you.

That seems weirdly plausible.

It's a close call, but ER is my hero.

I was the same when I was pregnant. I wonder is there a high non-responder rate for rubella? I was tutoring Sudanese refugee kids at the time and had to stop because most of them had just arrived in country and hadn't completed their vaccination schedules. Very sad.

Wow.

There are no replacements. Are you mad? Scott's merely cute. His Daddy as The Man With No Name? He's an iconic sex bomb.

Preach. If we could build a man who looked like DB and was as clever and charming as, say, Stephen Fry, we'd be getting somewhere.

Here's what I can't figure out about Beyonce and Kim Kardashian and other similarly jet-setting parents - what about the jet lag? I travel between Australia and the US several times a year with my young kid and the jet lag is brutal . Like, taking years off my life. Granted, some people are more affected than others.…

Oh, I have done that! Burned the hell out of my feet on a tar road. I didn't feel it at all until it was too late. And the worst part was cleaning the burns and scraping the tar and gravel out of them later. I feel you, bandit.

When I was maybe 9, after watching a "very special episode" of 21 Jump Street, I cut "lines" of chalk (scraped chalk off with a razor blade) and snorted one. My sinuses haven't really ever been the same. I'm thinking I got the wrong takeaway from 21 Jump Street.

Short, sharp and just right.

Free babysitting, free food, open bar, great band. A fine, free time!

I didn't say "no kids." I let the parents bring them to the service and the reception, but I let it be known that there was a special room set aside at the hotel with babysitters, kids' snacks and movies. We sent several shuttles down the mountain back to the hotel after dinner and all the kids were on them (along…

This was my dad's M.O. too. We both like westerns and action films, so we'd go to the theatre a lot. We went to see The General's Daughter (without reading a single review, clearly) and died a thousand fiery deaths together. I still don't know why we didn't walk out. There were SO MANY SNACK BAR trips for that movie.

Isn't the "I use Mail Chimp" person Julia Roberts? I am nearly positive. That would explain the "You do?!" response.

I'm so sorry. Hugs to you. If it helps, I made friends with the dads before I did the moms. I was intimidated by the moms. I hope it goes well for you.