What. The fuck. Is wrong. With the world?

Totally valid feeling, especially after losing your mom suddenly and without warning.

Exactly.

Agreed. I’m 5’6”, 135 lbs (on a good day), with a large bust and still wide from baby hips. I’m a 6, and while I wouldn’t call myself skinny, I definitely wouldn’t call myself fat either. I’m not sure why we have to fall into one or the other, and I hardly think that size 8 or 10 is the defining line of skinny vs. fat.

I freaking love that scene. I would totally watch “Good Will Hunting 2: Hunting Season.”

THIS ONE. This one should happen.

Ehh, I hope she gets left at the alter. And the flower girl projectile vomits all over her dress.

I have almost always found that “does that/do I make sense” goes hand-in-hand with “do you have any questions”. There’s nothing wrong with checking in with people, and I have seen this expressed equally by men and women.

WHERE WAS THIS AWESOMENESS WHEN I WAS A GIRL SCOUT?!?!?!?!?!

Love it.

Little bit. Young Dan Aykroyd.

Friends since high school, still friends.

He’s hot. Like, Jimmy Stewart hot. Which is hot, nonetheless.

Ehh, he’s more the guy that gets mauled at the beginning of “Werewolf in London.” The original, 70’s version.

Uncle Brad, my dad’s best friend. Sadly, he’s passed away, but the man was always handsome.

As Oscar Hammerstein said:

My dad on his wedding day, 1979. Second from the right, in the white linen suit.

I have a friend in LA whose husband is a landscape designer who will only work with drought-resistant, native plants. His work is insanely beautiful and guess who the majority of his clients are? High property tax richies who actually give a shit about the drought and doing their part.