Same reason I got my ereader. That way I can read what I like on the bus ride into work without getting the leers from the men or the disapproving looks from the old biddies.

Seriously Kelly, can you start a monthly review column because I would be so down with that. I got hooked on this series from the post you make about Nine Rules this summer. Clearly we jive when it comes to reading tastes, and there's a reason I bought an ereader: to load it chock full of happy, sappy goodness.

We bought one that inexplicably had carrot juice in it. Didn't find out about that until we opened it and it tasted a little funky so we read the ingredients. Doesn't sound nearly as bad as yours though. At least carrots are a real food.

My coworker told me yesterday that he and his wife plan on doing the same thing with their kid. I don't care how you choose to parent, but I worry about the other kids whose illusions are going to be ruined much like yours were. What's wrong with leaving a little room for magic at this time of year?

The absolute best for me was on my Lufthansa flight from Munich to Kraków and they opened up the front and back doors to board people. It was so fast and you didn't have quite as many people rushing for premium overhead bin room.

Yeah, I'm the same. This news story didn't phase me at all. I've been flying since I was a baby and I used to work for the Canadian equivalent of the FAA so I know that most commercial carriers are extremely safe. I'm a lot more worried getting on a small craft with some cowboy company.

I don't think he can blame anyone except garment manufacturers for those marks. I get those rough red spots where the back of my neck and hairline meet too. Usually comes from scratchy shirt tags. A little polysporin will clear that up in a jiffy.

We had a weird schedule at my HS where you would literally have gym every day for one semester and then not at all for the second. I'm assuming her mother was the one to take her to have her hair done, so she might not have had a choice about whatever the special occasion was after school (eg. sorry 90 year old…

Have you tried it though? It's actually salty deliciousness to counterbalance the creaminess of the dressing. I have always had it provided in Caesar salad because, Canada.

My EXACT thought. That seems cheap to me. It would not be out of place to see a steak sandwich priced at anywhere between $16-18 at a sit down restaurant where I live. You want a really cheap steak sandwich, go to Subway or Quiznos.

Reading this at work. Probably not the best idea. I'm feeling quite flushed and a little light headed. I think I need to do some breathing exercises. Whooooo wee!

Oh my God! Lois Duncan! Your books guided this book nerd through a very interesting period of her time in middle school. I always give them out as gifts nowadays and recommend them to parents. The messages and themes in your books have really stood the test of time.

Not my favourite Lois Duncan book from my pre-teen years, because I was way more into her more supernatural stuff (A Gift of Magic, Stranger with my Face, Gallows Hill), but still a classic. Man, I wish I hadn't thrown those away when I was 16 thinking I was done with YA and stupidly only had time for "grown-up" books.

Umm we need to get this little fellow a partner stat! That way they can both do the dance. That would kill me even more than this little guy!

I room and board with my parents while I'm saving for my own house. My mom and I are still the primary cleaners. My dad can be convinced to unload the dishwasher (which he bitches about if he has to do 2 days in a row) and wash his own clothes, but apart from that we do all the rest of it. I think growing up in this…

Goddamn, this commercial has me sniffling in my office and needing to add Cheerios to the grocery list. Bravo to the Cheerios ad dept.

The cashiers at my grocery store always look super insulted when I just stand there waiting for them to bag my stuff. It's like they expect me to bag my food up. Umm, not for the prices you're charging honey. This ain't No Frills. If you wanted me to bag my own stuff, maybe you shouldn't have gotten rid of the…

Blondie up top with the westie puppy is making me have uncontrollable school-girl type giggles. Also the cheese balls guy.

Sounds more like where you'd get a discount lawyer (or possibly a refurbished one).

I'm familiar with the stanky underboob. Nowhere near as bad as the smell of my grandmas feet! Whoooweee. It's like a stink bomb exploded.