ooh! see my reply to mollymlf05, downthread!

Yeah, if guests can't pick the bride out of a lineup, the wedding has bigger problems than a stated color preference could solve.

Well, I am afraid I don't have a stock photo because I purchased it second-hand and have no idea what it's called, but here's me trying it on in the shop. It's more of a greeney-goldey contraption!

I bought a green wedding gown, so people have already asked if they can wear white to my wedding. I don't understand who all these people are who have been DYING their whole lives to wear white to someone else's wedding.

My first thought was "And where are the parents?" <—- Help! I'm turning into my mother!

Everything except cup-stacking.

So amaaaaaaaazing! I die!

le sigh

After a decade of various angled bobs, I finally grew my hair to waist-length, only to realize I am OBSESSED WITH AND COULD KILL for a pixie cut. Sadly, 6 months before my wedding is not a good idea to find out if I can pull it off. Regale me with your tales of pixie glory, so that I might enjoy the hair freedom…

Same! Mine is worst right after a workout. I had to institute a universal decree that nobody can touch or talk to me until after my postworkout snack.

My fiance's a triathlete in training, I'm in grad school, and we both work full-time. My upcoming finals (during which I may be too busy to eat properly) are concurrent with his next taper week (athletes are notoriously moody during the week leading up to a race)... It would be smart to avoid bumping into one another…

Hmm.... I can't agree with the outrage because I'm a puppies over kids person, myself. It's not like I have a biological urge to pop out a kid that I'm trying to satisfy with a puppy. I have what feels like a biological urge to adopt a puppy. And it's not like a temporary situation or consolation prize, I would be the…

When I called my mom to announce my engagement, she shouted "NOOOO!!! But you said you were NEVER getting married!! You PROMISED!!!" I swore off marriage in my teens, renounced in my twenties. #ChildOfDivorce

You are my hero. You have no idea how painful it is to see the root beer and see the ice cream and know that the establishment will not throw them together. Same with places that serve chili and burgers but not chili-burgers.

GRRRR!!!! I had to deal with one of those assholes when I got into Cornell. I guess it's my ethnicity that got me through the four-year degree with an excellent GPA and into grad school, too.

Not the most expensive anymore... If we're counting room and board, Penn just went up to $61,132 per year.

I have a silly, related (but non-restaurant) "vegan" story. My cousin's work offered everyone an incentive if they went vegan and checked in weekly with corporate nutritionists for a month. My cousin was totally gung-ho and happily reported her menu for that first week to me.... every day looked somewhat like this:

And that's why the finale was so terrible for me. Robin had to spend the next 20 years or so in isolation, friendless, loveless, and pining for a jerk to repent for her choice to not have kids. They didn't even let her enjoy her ragingly successful career because "what good is achieving all your life goals and…

I know this is late, but I can't resist. My pinkie toes are so small that they don't touch the ground. People always comment on them when they see them, so I can never wear flip flops.