This sounds amazing, and I want to order pizza and somehow manage not to eat it all, just so I can make this.

Real question, because I’m curious. How do you report the income for taxes? (Assuming you are in the US.) I’ve always wondered how that worked. Like, if you sell it on Ebay, do they report the income? And do you have to report the sale price and deduct the original purchase price or do you just report the markup?

This is funny and cute and gives me hope for the future. Also, I kind of want to try it.

I can’t be the only person who thought of SVU and Aldo. I mean, this story is definitely funny to me. But also sad. And I can also mock the crap out of myself for thinking all my hours logged watching L and O make me a lawyer, a doctor, or BD Wong. But... http://allthingslawandorder.blogspot.com/2011/03/law-or…

PS I get really inexpensive (and effective, in terms of repelling roaches) bay leaves at the Mexican market near my house.

I know what it smells like, and I think it adds some flavor, but if I’m out of them and a recipe calls for one, I’m not going to the store. You know what they are good for? Repelling cock roaches. Leave a bowl of crumbled bay leaf in your pantry and you won’t have a problem. I live in an area where you’re pretty much…

Lace reminded me so much of Cecily Strong’s “Girl You Wish You Weren’t Talking to at a Party” character on SNL. Like, to the point where I thought she was trolling and waiting for people to say something.

Heck yes. It’s a lot more money to fly first, usually more than double. She should be reimbursed if they overbooked.

I don’t know. But I’m chiming in to say how validated I feel knowing other people like Stars are Blind. It reminds me a bit of The Tide is High, and it makes me a little happy.

I’m glad things are working well right now. But please, please keep an eye on the drinking. If he’s an alcoholic, it’ll get worse. My husband progressed to drinking and driving, with kids in the car. Not just ours, but others, when he would pick up a carpool, but didn’t want to admit to another adult he’d been…

Pessimist here: Get out now. I married that guy when I was pregnant. Over the years, just as I was ready to leave, he would switch it on, swear he would change, pretend to go to AA, etc. Three kids and 18 years later, I finally get it. I can’t leave because it’s clear that he would make my life and the kids’ lives…

That’s it. I’m done. I just want to be pretty and happy and go on a boat. Why was I not like this in college? I mean, I want to hate this, and I do, but...it looks like so much fun.

I boycotted then, and I boycott it now. But recently I took a guilt-ridden trip through the drive through for a Diet Coke and some waffle fries. Those fries are delicious. But I felt bad.

Deborah Pulliam at Forest Lake Travel. :-)

I don’t know, but the agency I work with is woman owned and I think most, if not all, of the agents are women.

Things my travel agent has done for me:

You know, I like this. I wouldn’t like it as a school policy, because I like to look at myself on occasion. But I like the idea, and I think it’s great as a temporary message. For everyone who’s worried about spinach in their teeth or some other temporary issue, maybe this would help people be nicer. If you see…

I can’t have raw onions. Seriously, had to leave a wedding reception once because I thought they were roasted enough, and they weren’t. Within minutes, I was so bloated that my (previously perfectly comfortable, because I like to eat and I will not suffer for fashion) dress was too tight. I had to unzip it in the car…

I so agree with this. I always tell them we’re only going out to eat if the extra money is worth it because we’ll really have fun. And I will not pay extra to suffer in public!

Having teenagers is the scariest thing I’ve ever done. Stories like this break my heart. I hope she’s found and is safe.