Pass me a paddle, I'm in the same boat. At least you've had the nerve to bring up the notion of going out: go you! I feel like it should be as easy as breathing, but it's really, really not. Argh!

Me too! That video of him where the baby stops crying the minute he holds her? Ooof, my ovaries.

But Bieber and Beatle both have six letters...and both start with B. Coincidence?!

Seriously stop with the "adopted son Louis" bit, tabloids, you sound like Royal Tenenbaum. Louis is her son, full stop.

Ohhh, that guy? Seriously, fuck that guy. Is the best friend acknowledging that his buddy's being a total cockweasel?

When he walks in with the hot water bottle for Mary; it's a quiet, nothing moment, but I completely fall in love with him. Every. Single. Time.

Tea tree oil keeps my seriously acne-prone face in check.

You can give everyone snaps on their courageous fashion efforts. Ooh, just think of all the fun 90s slang you can use!

Can't read my / Can't read my / No he can't read my pumpkin face...

With my last breath, I curse whoever put the last of their Craisins in with my trail mix.

Oh that poor doggie! I'm being flooded with memories: I loved the stewards with the carts, selling nine dollar 'am-and-cheese and sous-marine sandwiches (this was going to/from school, mind you, definitely not Via 1). No complimentary wifi in those days!

Argh, I forgot about that; they're trying to cut down on little throwaway comments like "This!" and "+1".

I miss the Toronto-Ottawa-Montreal corridor so much! I have the best memory of someone buying a round of drinks for the entire car...it must have been near Christmas. I hope you're having a lovely trip.

Millais' Ophelia?

Good luck! I'm sure you'll make a terrific Little Red Riding Hood. I hope you meet a lot of cool people — and avoid any big, bad wolves!

And yet he'll be the dumbfounded one when he realizes you won't be going on a second date: "why won't these girls go out with me again? I'm such a nice guy!"

I hope supplies really are limited, because that's just...no.

I wasn't planning on going to sleep any time soon, right? Also: hearted. I like the cut of your jib, lady.

That is so sweet! I love the squeak-squeak of guinea pigs. Congratulations on the new arrivals!

Never let go, SamanthaC! Thanks for the giggle — I can't judge because I'm pretty sure I'll be sleeping with the laptop on as a makeshift nightlight. Now, do I dare visit this site you mentioned...