Am I horrible for thinking its kinda cute? I thought the setting was gorgeous and the sentiment quite sweet.

Get your self on the hard copy and digital reserves list, girl! (And then take yourself off all of them once you've borrowed it.)

Jaysus. I’ve never managed anything that bad, although, as, I read in one of your other comments, you seem to have the same propensity for broken toes that I do. I once cleaned my bedroom only to break a middle toe on a bed riser. I got my fiancé to realign it, I taped it, and I rebroke it two days later on the same…

29. I don’t think my 26 year old friend (born in the same hospital) was named when she left, either. In fact, I know at least two kids of my classmates’ were nameless for a week or so after being born. Maybe it's a state by state thing? One more reason to have my kids back home.

To each their own. :) I also name my plants after I’ve had them a week or two. Bob, Hoku, Ka’iulani, Herb, Stringly, and BudaBuda say hi!

I’m not planning on announcing the name until the baby’s born, but that’s because I don’t plan on deciding until I’ve met it. Blame my parents, who didn’t name me until I was two months old, only did it because my grandma was breathing down their necks about getting me baptised, and to this day almost never call me by…

OH. My. God. That looks lovely.

Yeah, this. As you said, it’s...fine, I guess? It’s like the people who went to grad school with me who were crazy about Qdoba and insisted it “reminded them of that time they lived in San Diego for three weeks.” Uh. Nope. If I want bland mass marketed fast casual, I'll hit up Panera, which is also...fine, I guess? I…

It's super sexy. Totally understandable. But seriously, I've never found a better technique. I'll see if I can post video later.

I go through phases of folding and laying flat. Right now, I divide them into three very tidy piles: period, nice-looking comfy cotton, and what my partner calls “funderpants” (French, lacy, expensive, thong or any combination of the above).

Are you me? Between sleepwalking bruises and being extremely pale, I got a huge number of blood tests every time I saw a new doctor.

That’s awesome. When I was 23, I bent over slightly to grab a 36-page magazine off the back of my toilet and threw out my back so badly I was out of work for a week. It still acts up badly several times a year, and all because I wanted to do the crossword at the back of The Week.

It briefly stretches out one calf, but only truly miraculous people can fold the same sock down each time. I’ve noticed absolutely no difference, and I monitored it for weeks because I was worried it’d make a perceptible difference. But I hate socks the most of all winter accoutrements, so I could be subconsciously…

I was considering step by step pictures but I’ll get my partner to film the process. Maybe not the first step, which is “Empty out trash bag of clean socks that fell victim to eight months of depression,” but definitely the rest of them.

Ok, because I love this sort of thing, how do you fold your socks? I use the heel as a sort of hinge and fold the foot up over the ankle, then fold the doubled portion up toward the top once more, fold it neatly in half, and then pull the open part of one sock down over the folded part to make a neat bundle that sits…

I rationalize it with, “I’m going to be pretty anxious and miserable with coffee, or slightly-less anxious, miserable, and in caffeine-withdrawal.” In other words, I’m going to take half a Xanax around 1pm no matter what, so I might as well have a reason to wake up in the morning. But, as you might be able to tell,…

Mine are all in areas obscured by my freak show boobs and child-bearing hips: upper thighs, hip bones, elbows, sides of the knees. I look like I've been beaten by an eight-year-old.

Seriously. All of my ER visits have stemmed from mid-morning to mid-afternoon sober clumsiness. The worst I’ve done while drunk I’ve also done sober. I seriously need traction decals for this shower. It's a liability.

I went for a walk with my partner to check out costumes and decorations, grabbed some ice cream, and now I’m nursing an infected gum/cheek and watching Hulu. You could theoretically pay me to go to a party right now, but I’m not getting off this couch for anything less than $10,000,000, so it might not be a wise…

I gave my partner an ultimatum about actually getting married (he proposed when I was 26, his dad died a few months later, we both spiralled into severe depression, my PTSD flared up, any wedding planning just stopped) because we both suck at planning and if we waited for one or both of us to plan the big party, it’d…