Similar to my experience. I have flashes of a meeting I had sometime in January, and remember one of the paramedics before the coma, but that is about it for those 3 months.

The grilled cheese scene in that movie is totally porn-y

This whole controversy shall be thus named: #limegate

Is it possible that Gwyneth had started the challenge days earlier than when she posted the photo? So that by the time the dinner rolled around, she was already done?

Did she run out of limes?

I visited Disney World in March with my teenaged cousins....that place is NOT as magical as an adult. I'm dreading having to take my own spawn one day.

“Because I couldn’t think of a reason why you would need that prescription.”

Really? So they routinely scrutinize **all* scripts written for off-label use, in the name of patient safety?

Solo movie-going is the best! I get to see the movie I want to see and eat my own popcorn drenched in faux butter with my diet coke (I know, I KNOW!).

Once they get that GED the high-wage jobs will come pouring in.

I'd heard it was to keep women from being sexually stimulated as we ladies would no doubt be if we rode astride. And also to PROTECT THE HYMEN.

I know why we don't have that over the counter anymore, but sometimes I feel like I'd recover from some stuff easier if I could just get me some good opiates without begging a doctor for them.

Any other stupid historical practices we can bring back? I vote for drinking mixtures of opium and alcohol for nerves. I have such bad nerves you guys!

I do this all the time!! I love it. Sometimes I’ll even splurge and go The Movie Tavern so I can have dinner, drinks, and a movie.

You and I should be friends. But continue going to the movies separately.

One of the best ways to spend a day. I once went and saw 3 movies back to back alone because, eh, why the fuck not?

True facts! I don’t have to try to persuade my friend that we should totally watch The Clouds of Sils Maria, or that robot film I want to see.

Best done in the middle of the afternoon on a weekday. I always feel like I’m getting away with something like a criminal mastermind.

I remember in the movie Parent Trap, those little gals had posters of Liberace on their walls. I had a good laugh until I remembered my older sis' George Michael poster—and mine of Ricky Martin.

As a lass wi' guid Scots blood running in my veins (as my grandfather used to say, we're MAC Donalds) I heartily approve of this post.