Oh, snap.

Really?

Screw anyone who pressures you to do things like "hit the gym" instead of playing with your baby!

I never do actual nail art. A few coats of glitter over whatever polish I'm wearing is as far as I go. But China Glaze's Strong Adhesion Base Coat is awesome; using it has made my manicures last way longer. Like, well over a week, and I'm a writer too AND have to do dishes by hand every day (which is what always…

Oh, of course, I'm not saying any different. It's just that a couple of years ago she looked skinny and ravaged, like she was about to drop dead any second, and in those pics she looked like she'd regained her health; she'd put on weight, her skin looked better. That was all.

The freaky/sad/weird thing is, I looked at the pics on Jez yesterday and actually thought, "Yeah, she looks drunk and/or high, but she actually looks a lot better and healthier than she did even a year or two ago."

Thank you. He was just one of those people that you always felt good being around; wherever Hans was, was the fun place to be, no matter what we were actually doing. The funny thing is, it happened when I was in the hospital and I remember thinking about him while I was in there and that I should see what he's up to…

Ever read Joanna Russ's HOW TO SUPPRESS WOMEN'S WRITING?

Lots of us write fantasy with female protagonists. Like me. And I didn't have to self-publish it. Check out the urban fantasy section once in a while; lots of quality stuff there, and some of us even write women who are strong and fucked-up and imperfect and real instead of just being Mary Sues or…

A good friend of my husband's is a Mormon, and of course they stay virgins until they're married (they're supposed to, anyway). We went to the wedding reception of his oldest daughter about nine years ago now—we couldn't attend the ceremony because we're not Mormons—and I have to say, it was the most romantic,…

This is SO childish, but I'm trying not to giggle at "I married number two."

God, yes. I hover—I put paper on the seat and let just my thighs touch it—but I don't think I've ever actually sprinkled. I just don't get how that happens. Or why in the world you would just leave it there instead of wiping it off with tp.

*nods*

Yes, buy an electric beard trimmer! You can use the plastic guard-thingies to set a length (if your stubble is that sharp you'll probably not want to just use the trimmer without a guard, you'll want to use maybe the second or third shortest, but see what your trimmer looks like).

Crack is WHACK! CRACK IS WHACK!

They did it a few times, but the one I specifically remember is where all of the other girls got gorgeous outfits and they stuck her in a boxy orange shirt and black pants (read through to the next page):

Yep, I just showed it to my girls, and we had a little talk about how that girl is home safe with her Mommy right now because she fought and how that's what they should do. :-)

I wa so sad when they eliminated her, especially when they totally sabotaged her photo shoot as an excuse.

Yep. I have barelyboobs, and I still end up with the lasso.

Only when she's not spitting out the umeboshi. :-)