Call it what it is Blake: Scrapbooking.

I lohve you

I lhove you.

Genius.

"You women"?

Ding dang, no. Middle of Canada. But thanks!

Ouch. That's an awful way to get educated. I'm glad your brother was A-OK. You know, as far as brothers go :)

Dammit! I missed the first 45 minutes of the Emmys. I miss all the good stuff. Boo!

I think you're right and I got mixed up. Thanks for the correction.

Got it mixed up. Thanks for the correction and explanation. I appreciate it.

First, I'm really sorry for your mom.

That guy's a fucking asshole. Nobody's 'stupid' simply because they haven't been exposed to certain information.

Genius

My Mr. does too. Because I'm sick of cooking and just don't like it. I roll out the big guns on holidays or if we have people over, but that's about it. I'm perfectly fine with chips and salsa for dinner, but he's concerned for our son's nutrional intake. Pfft. Salsa's all vegetables, yo!

Nobody ever died having grilled cheese or tomato soup (or both!) for dinner. If cooking stresses you out that much, you don't have to do it. It's not the 1800's, when you had to make everything from scratch. I'm sure you're great at a hundred other things that don't set off a panic attack. :)

Man, those tribute pieces to 'Those We Lost' at any awards show always get me right in the gut. It could be for the Postal Workers of America, and I'd be sobbing, "They say Albert was always so good with dogs!"

I'm so depressed that I read that. It's just missing, "Dear Penthouse..."

You are a super-cutie, Samuel Affleck, but you can wear all the Batman t-shirts God sends: I will never accept your father as The Dark Knight. Good day, adorable child.

That's my favourite type of character :)