I want to know since when is rolling in a bathtub full of glitter not transcendental meditation?

Where can I find the rest of the story?

His cock is too big for her. <nod>

He was, thanks! :-)

Exactly! If you and your spouse-to-be want to eat Beanie Weenies in your jammies next to a stream somewhere, you should do it.

I wish he’d been there, too. :-)

He was a wise man. :-) Enjoy your day and congratulations!

My father, while trying to save money and not sound like a tightwad, did give me a marvelous piece of advice: Enjoy the day. Don’t get a gown you can’t walk in, can’t breathe in, and needs a bunch of attendants to hold the train and keep you from sweeping things off of tables. Don’t wear shoes that are painful or hard…

Add “smell good” to that list and I’m there with you.

Okay, whew! In that case, I’ll bring the box o’ wine called for on this auspicious occasion.

No marshmallows??

Okay, you are trying to inject common sense, rationality and a desire to learn/educate into this debate. You must’ve been out in the sun. Here, have a glass of iced tea and let me fan you for a minute.

Next time, she needs to send Monster Cookies. Those at least have peanut butter and oatmeal in them. Almost a whole healthy meal the child can eat along with her potato and bread sandwich.

Did you really have to bring the word “insert” into it at this juncture?

I was about 9 when the next door neighbor boy exposed himself to me and tried to get me to pull my pants down for him. He was a teenager. When I told my best friend this, she said he’d not only exposed himself to her, he’d forcibly groped her. No, neither of us ever told our parents.

You know, I gotta say, I’d be pretty hesitant to leave my kid at a daycare where one of the employees announced how much she hates being around a lot of kids. I didn’t expect everyone to love mine as much as we did, but I’d have a hard time trusting her with him.

Love.

Ghost sex and throwing George under the bus. The way she treated TR Knight was what killed it for me.

Well, that’s not terribly comforting. However, I have some organic black tea here that I’ll share with you while we both come to terms with our terribleness. Sugar?

Ah, you sound like me in my less jaded years. Sisterfriend!