Well, I think that's where the time/age thing comes in. I live in the same town as one ex and see him quite a bit (and his wife), but both of us were off doing our own thing for a year or so after the split. He jokes that his wife is a lot like me (she is), and that he was refining his taste with me, first.

this is lovely.

I'm probably freakish, but I am friends with several exes and close with two old boyfriends' wives, who are great people and have the good sense to like me, too:)

this may be the best parsing of such a phenomenon I've read all day or ever.

congrats. this story kind of made me choke up a little bit:) It's lovely that you found someone who made you want to be your best self.

or changing the litter box. Who knows what the variable actually is—toxoplasmosis?

one of my students wrote about having a "kindle spirit" in her BFF—she meant, I think, "kindred spirit"—, a phrase which I am now going to use.

the part they left out is that the dogs were burned at the stake after claiming they'd had sex with the devil.

Isn't the explanation for the Monica-Rachel apartment that it was Monica's grandmother's place and rent controlled?

it smells like dirty feet to me. really dirty feet. cannot eat it.

I first saw her in True Romance, and she blew me away, esp. the scene where she takes out the hitman, James Gandolfini.

We free feed ours, too. She just doesn't overeat, unlike the labs I lived with earlier in my life.

such a great, pithy explanation.

The Beiber girl is Kate McKinnon. She's sublime.

I found myself trying to narrate the brilliance of your comment to several colleagues today. Woke up smiling/laughing at your cleverness.

Flame the Standard Poodle was robbed, I tell you. Robbed.

careful what you ask for:)

I'm sure you've already gotten lots of love for this funny/silly comment . . .

have you seen this video of the distance runner with MS?

wait . . . it's not an ironic updo?