Damn you, Lauren Conrad! Now I want pastel hair. Ok, 9.5 weeks till school gets out and then 8 weeks of summer. I think I can make this work. Pastel hair, I'm coming for you in mid-June.

List of things that distract the 8th grade boys in my class:
1. That piece of tape stuck to the desk
2. House of the Scorpion. Put the book away and pay attention! We are discussing gerunds.
3. The seagulls attacking that bag of hot Cheetos after recess.
4. Me, mispronouncing a word.
5. Another student, asking a derailing…

We did that, too! My husband and his dad had been brewing beer all summer and we served two home brews in our pint glasses. They were a hot commodity. Since we had quite a few out of town guests, I have friends with full 6 glass sets. It's somewhat hilarious to see.

It's far more rude to tell guests what to bring. If the Russian guests want to give cash or checks, then so be it. If the WASP-y guests bring gifts, great! It's not really up to the couple. My only advice would be to not include the cash gifts in the budget. Then, whatever cash they receive will be a happy surprise.…

I will say that I hate ASkars posture. Stand up straight, man.

He makes Beeeeeeel Compton look so tiny.

I'm a teacher and my students pretty much live in athletic-wear (including the dreaded yoga leggings). I put effort into my look all week, because I love clothes. I've noticed I developed a uniform, though. Jeans are ok for teachers at my school, so I usually pair dark skinnies with a slightly oversized button-front…

That look on the Girl Scout's face!

You gotta line the cheese up on the bread, just right. Otherwise... FLAMES!

There's a first time for everything. You made me giggle.
I grew up in the Midwest. When I went to college in central Illinois, I worked at the campus coffee shop and learned about cheese toasties. They were good for hangovers after a night spent pounding Natty Light from a keg.
So... decidedly not British. My husband's…

Damn. I'm hungry.

These are the important things!

I know exactly what you mean. Of all the other previous dudes or men I dated, there was some character aspect that I could never get past. With my husband, that never happened. Sure, he does annoying things, but I like him as a human being every day. For the OP, we met when I was 27 and he was 35 and got married 5…

My husband taught me low and slow on the heat. I've never buttered the bread on a toasty. Perhaps that's my problem. I do alternate between butter, mayonnaise and olive oil on my grilled cheese.

A grilled cheese in the toaster oven is a cheese toasty. And it's NEVER the same as a stove top grilled cheese. NEVER.

You know what should be banned? Those slinky basketball shorts that every boy at my middle school wears. You wanna talk about revealing?
Every 4 months or so, my vice-principal goes on the warpath about leggings, and it makes my blood boil, simply because it is totally gendered. I would honestly prefer it if my school…

Are you my dad? He likes to say "one must always endeavor to be precise." It's pretty pedantic. Peace out!

You must have missed the quotation marks. I am aware of HOG's status.

I just had this conversation with my dad last night. He's a HOG member and I tend to poke fun at his motorcycle "gang." He doesn't care. I think he just enjoys getting out with all the other old guys. Anyway, I had no clue about the one percent world.

He looked smug. Asshole.