I wrote a really mean whining email to Meg Cabot the day the movie came out about how HORRIBLE it was and how it DESTROYED everything (I was 17 and still an asshole). She wrote back. She was very nice. I grew very ashamed. I will never forget it.

That’s an eerily good capturing of his cadence.

I trust you reached out to Buckingham Palace for comment?

Lay off the personal attack, sheesh.

The judge has a pretty good reputation among divorce lawyers in Oakland County. (The Free Press also notes in its first story about the kids’ placement that she is usually pleasant.) I think this column gets at the real issues: http://www.freep.com/story/opinion/…

"Grandma diamond" made me do an inexplicable amount of giggling.

haha, my mom melted down all the jewelry ex-boyfriends gave her into one lumpy nugget with a small diamond set in the middle. It looks like a pirate's booty. What baffles me is that she was only a little older then than I am now, and I have never been given jewelry. I am not sure if this means I am doing something…

you could have it set set in a trinket box or something else artsy and decorative that you look at in the house but don't wear. Or stick it in a safe and let the next generation decide what to do with it. :)

oh, hello, twin self.

somebody just wrote a novel about her, too! I have it, but I haven't read it yet.