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Mine always had the lip color that made me look as if I'd died but only my lips knew about it. I tried to give it to my little girl and she refused on the grounds it looked like 'after you get sick with Pepto Bismol.'

It feels like watching Carrie play with her wardrobe again. There were so many better options, ones who would not pull you from the story.

Wow. That statement reinforces with my opinion of them. How can they write 'women' and 'priority' in the same sentence? I'm happy such a revealing light is being cast upon them now.

What about 'making meringue' for being at the height of fertility? After reading that one, I had to walk away for good. And I'd forgotten all about baby dust. Ugh.

Get well quickly, baby girl! As my son, who went through this when he was four, would tell you, "The nurses give you free Popsicles when you start feeling better!"

How have I not clicked your heart before? Done.

"Kelso ain't fucking worth it." The epitome of what should be her focus. Write it on 3x5 cards and post them all over the house. (And now I want the tshirt.)

I'm going to sit by you and let you squeeze my hand reallyreallyhard if at any time I attempt to hit 'reply' to the comment above us. With my other hand, I'll wave at Demi, wish her the very best, and hope that she has nothing but empathy and support and a total absence of insensitive, ridiculous advice.

Last Monday on a perfectly clear and sunny day, I cut too close to my gate and did 2750.00 in damage to my truck. For no reason. Blew the tire and everything. I know how you feel. And hey, at least you had a valid reason. Feel better. This feeling will pass, but it certainly sucks in the meantime.

The personal involvement of the filmmaker was so important, to me, because all of it was so personal. To see those grieving, fighting, prevailing, loving. To see Zachary and his father who were so incredibly loved... It was all so deeply personal. I can barely stand to recall it as it makes me so heartbroken. But

16 years ago last December, I asked out my husband. We were engaged after 10 weeks and married just four months after that. It's all been sweet and simple. The messy part had more to do with the fact that I'd ended an engagement 14 days before that fateful first date. That was difficult and, at the same time, the

It's as if he pictures this conversation at the dinner table. Pot roast, smiling daughter with a bow in her hair. "Let's talk about how to handle this...pass the potatoes, honey." I could paint a dramatically different scenario for this conversation, a much more realistic one. We all know the details I'll leave

I was always told hot food needs to go directly into the fridge. That said, I cook all our meals and my husband is in charge of putting away leftovers. My joke to him is just how moldy does he want the food before he puts it in the refrigerator? He'll leave it until bedtime (drives me nuts!) and there hasn't been a

This is seriously a sore topic for me. A great friend of mine adopted two children at birth, saving them from a family of drug addicts who could care less about their offspring. I overhead a church lady whisper, "Those kids are adopted. They weren't able to have their own children."

Cheers!

I love the joke theme ya'll have going... But if I may interrupt, My dad is 74 and has red wine every single night. His dad died of a sudden MI at 56, his brother at 49. Dad's cholesterol ratio is so low, it's literally off the chart. I say keep it up. :)

Thanks! I will. :)

This is interesting to me because recently I had a severe intestinal virus, after which I craved regular old white bread. Now that I'm well, I must go in search of this Rudy's of which you speak.

I haven't opened my box yet, but I'm thinking no.

My preacher killed himself less than a year ago. I know the feeling of helplessness and sadness and while it doesn't go away entirely, you get some reprieve as time goes on. What will happen is her family will go forward...not without grief or pain, but they will go forward. And for me, watching my preacher's wife