Hey, mom jeans squish down the gut and can give you a semblance of a waistline, at least for potato shaped gals like me. Mid rise jeans have been pretty good for me, but I need a cummerbund to pack it all in.

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Oh man. I just discovered the Denny's gif page and I am dying. Now I love Denny's even more.

Oh yeah, and NO MILK NEEDED! Seriously. Eat straight from box for best effect.

Certain Walgreens in Texas and the midwest have them, along with the Allsorts licorice mix, pink wintergreen lozenges, and spearmint leaves that only elderly relatives love and keep on hand for the "little ones." Yes, I'm scarred. And bitter.

I am in awe of your incredible powers.

What's the difference between hypo and Hashi's for you? I know, I could google... What made you try the food restrictions?

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.