My God. I've always preferred white lights and my husband insists on colored lights. He called me a light racist and now we can't have this debate without cracking up because I sound like a HORRIBLE PERSON.

I find it highly unlikely his lawyer even knew he was doing this. The lawyer would be risking his entire livelihood as he would be disbarred and have a very hard time finding employment again. Ropes is one of the most respected firms in Boston. They make an absolute shit ton of money. Whatever Hernandez is paying them…

Oh my God. It JUST occurred to me that I cannot drink this Thanksgiving because of the pregnancy. It's always what gets me through the cooking and occasional awkward conversation with family. Why was I not more mentally prepared for this?

So Barbara Walters is my mother in law?

If you missed The Comeback, go find it and watch it. She is a dream in it. I love her unabashedly.

I would suggest going to see a sports medicine doctor. I hurt my achilles tendon and it didn't heal. It hurt for about a month before I went to a doctor. He decided I wasn't a surgery case and tried a few things. Didn't work. He suggested I just get used to not being as mobile as I used to be. That is when I came home…

My best friend in seventh grade had these issues. She is half black and half white. (I am white.) She and I were like peas in a pod - we did everything together. My town was mostly white, but kids from the city were bused out, and they were mostly black. She hung out with them as well. The shit she got from them for…

This is damn performance art. "TLC." Giggle.

Are you stopping for the pedestrians? You're supposed to. Especially when they are in marked crosswalks. This is how I almost get hit all the time. I wait for the cars to stop to let me cross in a marked crosswalk and then a cyclist comes barreling down the road and almost takes me out as I start to cross.

My guess was vasovagal syncope. It's more common in young adults, but when it happened to me - it looked just like that.

A tub of WisPride with port wine and a box of Triscuits and I can be happy for a whole afternoon.

I had to look that up on the internet when it happened. I thought I knew a lot of baseball rules even though I've never played myself. But I've been finding I know jack shit after watching these games.

I made this last night with some of our apple bounty, although without oats because I didn't have any. My sweet tooth is out of control and I ignored your sage advice and used too much sugar. It was delicious (to me) - and so sugary that my unborn baby woke the hell up and spent about an hour doing flips and kicking…

What's sadder is that we have our kidney baby in a plastic baggy labeled KIDNEY STONE. We take it out every now and again and talk about the experience. We are so weird.

After sitting with my husband through three days of agony (he was the worst shade of green/gray the whole time), he pissed it out and showed it to me. He was so relieved and proud. We almost felt like we should name it.

To Jayme, from a pregnant lady: I think husbands/partners do have it a bit rough during the pregnancy as well. You don't suffer the physical symptoms, but you certainly get an earful, sometimes accompanied by a, "you did this to me." I'm not sure how to fully explain how utterly bizarre and terrifying being pregnant…

My OB called kidney stones the male version of giving birth. Except all you get at the end is a little rock that doesn't look like it could have possibly caused all that agony. AVOID.

In South Boston they'll destroy your whole car for doing this.

My God. I thought I was the only one. We have contests. It's like Where's Waldo.

He's a real tough guy. Beating up toddlers and women. I'd like to see him take on someone his own size. Fucker.