I actually used to do this to people at gatherings who stood there awkwardly scuffing their toe. We were all a lot happier, as I used to be really shy and feel bad for others.

Yeah, some of it made me think, "Just how much shit are you bringing?" e.g. packing cubes. Best thing I do is to pack stuff that washes out in a hotel sink and dries overnight.

Oh god. Sounds like hell. I think that's worse than sitting through droning endless depositions.

I'm curious - are you speaking of the research mega-empire that costs whatever the market will bear? (I use Fastcase.)

What? Has no one here ever heard of "value billing"? Ah, the good old days.

It's the cream cheese frosting. The cake is pretty blah, with a bit of cocoa powder for flavoring. My mom told me that red velvet cake is a throwback to the 30s, when soda made the cocoa powder turn red in the finished cake.

Pure example of "I don't want to throw this perfectly good CD spindle. What to do, what to do..." Bagel transport has never been high on my first world problems list.

I think it's bullshit from TV and movies. I've never known any traditional wedding service to include it.

Like Jack in the Box. We have a really good one nearby. I credit Jack with saving my life during one awful family trip when my 8 year old was having a horrible, no good, wretched morning and I took him out at 6 a.m. for their sourdough chicken club and a chocolate shake. Much tragedy was avoided that day.

I quit doing divorces 20 years ago. I have ZERO interest whatsoever in anyone's sex life anymore. Plus, fucking your soon-to-be-ex the night before the divorce is final is NOT as unique and bizarre as those clods believed.

THIS ONE. I would wear it ever day, back flab be damned. Sparkly tights, flaming colors and tactful boobage - I am in heaven.

Yep - former Iowan, can confirm. Used to do it big time - I think it was a lack of confidence thing. What is much worse are the people who start laughing BEFORE they tell their jokes. I want to slam them into a wall, even though most of them are related to me.

You never know how you are going to react to the loss of a loved one. Until I went through it a few times, I also wondered if certain acts of other people were "healthy." After, I realized that it was my discomfort with the fact of death that made me question other people's actions.

LOVE WALGREENS. I go 5x a week. This week I got a flash drive, sunglasses, milk, caramel corn, a $10 pashmina (really pretty), a buncha Cokes and Blue Bell ice cream. Their lawn ornaments are very tempting.

I think you are amazing, because you NAILED the top 8 candy bars that my kids have picked out for years. I'm an old and bring weird new crap home all the time, but they've stuck with your top ratings.

Dammit, I adored the lace/embroidery cutout stuff and just recently woke up realizing its not 1992. I think I still have the pink dip-dyed top with the cutout butterfly embroidered on it. I LURVED it.

Yes, and their stuff is SHORT. Sleeves too short, torsos too short - that was when they actually had some fetching duds for the casual/work mode.

I discovered I was sensitive to orange oil, not oranges themselves. You can't escape the orange rind with orange juice, since the whole fruit is squeezed. Also, all orange candies and processed food with orange flavoring are made with orange oil, not juice (as detected by my numb, stinging mouth and tongue). Watch out…

Me too. True to size, LONG ENOUGH, and lasted forever. Goddammit.

I am sniffling back tears now. My photos with my babies show me with the exact same facial expression: mouth open, eyes filled with joy. Wonderful times. I like Kate.