Gawd, come to Texas. The elementary school PTAs were full of them.

THIS. 3 kids in my late 30s and now that I’m 56 I’m muttering under my breath for them all to getoutgetoutgetoutbuhbye already. Naturally, I feel bad for feeling this way.

You left out traveling through the hallucinogenic tunnel of lights. Or was that just me?

So glad you mentioned this! Forgot it was still around. Did you use the waterproof?

So glad you mentioned this! Forgot it was still around. Did you use the waterproof?

Are those the Duluth pants? Because they are the bomb for big/tall guys.

OH GOD YES. You can make your own by stirring together some of that Hidden Valley Chipotle Pepper spread and mayo, then hiding in the kitchen and licking the utensils.

I'm 56 and have practiced law for over 30 years. Yep, got kids and the house and husband, but I also have a seething rage for the regression this country has taken regarding women. When I was a teenager in the 70s, it was exhilarating to see how women were advancing and the endless possibilities, and now I am FURIOUS.

Hair should NOT smell like food. It should smell like an elegant mysterious lady adorned with expensive jewelry and a sable jacket.

"can't count out loud with things in my hands..."

Yep, that's normal and I hate it. I went with the 24 hour lip colors at my favorite makeup store, Walgreens, and can vouch for the L'Oreal and Maybelline versions. Lotsa great colors. I forget about makeup after I get to work and dislike the gray zombie look at 2 p.m. One caveat - they work great if you follow…

Now I'm curious. Details? (Although my tweaker waitress experiences have pretty much doomed any chance I'll ever go to Waffle House again.)

Yep. Consecutive sentences (aka "boxcars") are a real possibility, especially in a case as horrific as this.

Instant reaction to photo #1:

A women's fashion update, pleez. I remember some frustrated pimply-faced wank going on and on about young women repubs and their tight tube skirts a few years ago.

I have a collection of these stanky crotch monstrosities on my pinterest. There's some serious twat hatred in these ads.

I had good luck with JAG jeans - I don't know how high the sizes go, but the 14s fit me amazingly well and I'm a big belly gal with straight hips. Also you can get them in a 33 inseam, which is wonderful.

My horror of these stories is based upon my own feels and emotions towards my own kids, which, like many, is that I will kill, bleed and die to keep them from any harm. It may be <just> the chemicals/hormones talking, but it is overwhelming. For years I had difficulty believing the abuse my husband endured from his…

Actually glad to know that. Now I know why I react badly to raw nuts, but can hoover down amazing quantities of nutella.

What is this amazing world of which you speak?