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I have some scissors that would do it.

Yuuuuuup. My sister pretty much told me that if I didn't agree with her marrying my then to be future BIL, I didn't have to be in the wedding.

Resources could be anything besides money though - like time, energy, fucks to give, etc.

I feel like this is a common thread in a lot of big(ger) families—regardless of how you feel, they decide they're going to be outraged for you.

Everytime I got bad bangs, it's been because of her. I do not have enough hair, nor the face to be able to pull off her bangs. And yet, I keep trying.

It sucks, but I think you totally can. It's much better than flaking later on.

But she HAS to have a girl. There is just no other way around it.

It is amazing how many people miss that 500 days of Summer is a critique of treating women like Manic Pixie Dream Girls. Tom loves her as an idea, not as a person, and that's why it all falls apart.

OK! It's not quite a Tyler Durden thing, but my theory is that we see the real Summer pretty much only 2 times in the movie; in the "how it really happened" section of the split screen when Joe goes to her party and at the very end in the park. Every other scene in the movie is a memory of Joe's and unreliable in…

I don't like this. She and JGL were supposed to get together and have perfect hipster babies. Hopes dashed.

They are probably already shopping for tiny ukuleles.

Now I want to paint a picture of Zooey surrounded by woodland creatures.

So this ended up being the opposite of kicking everyone out (although it started out that way) For my brother's wedding-my sister in law has a long standing beef with one of her sisters and to cut down on drama decided to not have any family members in the wedding party. Except the one sister she likes. Needless to…

yes, by not having one or having a tiny one you reduce drama by 100%

Long story, but the lesson learned: No matter how well-meaning, holding an intervention for your friend's ill-advised engagement is a good way to get kicked out of the wedding party. And if she changes her mind and re-invites you, make sure you reply within an hour or she'll dis-invite you. Again.

Two quick things:

... I do the vanilla extract as perfume thing. My grandma always dabbed it behind her ears when it dripped on her fingers. Guess where I got that habit?!

Sort of off topic, but when I was 18ish I dated a guy who tried to make homemade edible oil. You know, like the kind you used to be able to buy at Spencer's (gawd am I dating myself). Idiot made it mostly out of vanilla extract. Apparently when that stuff makes its way into a dude's junk it feels like your penis is…

I have a pretty fancy-pants bottle of Madagascar vanilla in bourbon, which I waste on french toast basically. I was curious and took a sip, and all I can say is if that is what fancy vanilla extract tastes like I can't imagine drinking the stuff from Wal-Mart.