That would be hilarious and might actually make the book sexier.

I have no words to describe how thoroughly unsexy that entire scene was; I swear I’ve gone arid. Of course it doesn’t help that I can’t read the words “oh my” at this point without picturing George Takei, whom I absolutely adore but don’t think of that way.

That scene where he yanks out her tampon is an abomination.

He’s 44 and she’s 15. If the ages were the reversed it would be the same way.

My stepdaughter tried to continue wearing sandals all winter. Her dad and I would hide them, but she would sneak around and find them and wear them to wait for the bus, in the snow. I finally just threw all of them away. Was she ever pissed off. I told her she could die pissed off but at least she would have all of…

I lived in Milwaukee for six years and still marvel at the women who used to slip and slide along the sidewalks in 5+ inch heels. The same women laughed at me for wearing snow boots and changing into different shoes once I got to work; well they laughed until the day they slipped on the fucking icy sidewalk, after…

The expense is unbelievable, especially when we still bought food for my stepson who was a bottomless pit on top of buying food for my husband.

The “explanation” was something about “unnatural blah dah blah blah something about didn’t exist when the Bible was written and other words that don’t make sense.” So I still have no idea why a roller coaster is any more unnatural than say driving a car, which also didn’t exist during the Bronze Age. What was really…

It was one of those really strict Evangelical, Sabbath-keeping churches.

I have known people like that. My mother used to drag me to a church where some people thought watching Scooby Doo was a one-way ticket to eternal damnation. Some of thought it was a sin to ride fucking roller coasters for some unfathomable reason.

That’s even worse because that sounds shady as fuck to me. I thought you were talking about directions like “turn left at the red mailbox...” on a street with more than one red mailbox.

I don’t know. I really don’t understand how boy brains work.

I never had a problem with them questioning authority so long as they were willing to accept the consequences without whining. We also allowed them to be smart asses so long as they made us laugh.

That would be too far for me as well, and I don’t even have testicles.

I was really only angry because I had told him he couldn’t set them off outside since it was a school night and our crappy neighbors complained about everything. He shot it out the bedroom window just to be a total dick about being told he couldn’t do something he wanted to do. Friday or Saturday night or any night…

All it takes is one boy with some friends. I still shake my head when I think of some of the shit my stepson and his friends dared one another to do. I figure no matter how hot the guy is now, at some point in his childhood one of his friends dared him to eat a roach, and he did. I’m frankly amazed most men survive…

You mean you don’t schedule every minute of your child’s free time? How dare...I mean good for you. Kids need some unstructured play time.

You’re raising 4 boys? My thoughts are with you. I helped raise 1 boy and that was more than enough. My stepdaughter’s eye rolling and heavy sighing pissed me off more than once, but I at least understood where that came from. It was my stepson’s fascination with burning, melting, or exploding things that really got…

The shortest I can ever go and still look halfway presentable is a chin length bob, and I am so jealous of women who can wear their hair even shorter. If I could I would also look like a fuzzy bowling ball.

& teeth are the only thing that can ruin one.