I got vomited on by my seatmate (not my handsome husband), on our flight to Atlanta for our honeymoon. He had a seizure, turned, and barfed into my lap. Flight attendants pulled him into first class and dealt with his medical emergency and the plane kept going. I sat, covered in a stranger's puke, until we got to the…

Ugh. The only one I get monthly is BIRCHBOX, and that is completely hit or miss for me, despite the beauty profile. Usually the boxes are ok, but my February box was a total miss. I got wipes for Keratosis pilaris (KP) and shampoo for color-treated hair, and I have neither. I also got perfume I don't care for, and…

Personally, I have decided not to eat anything that casts a shadow. I exist solely on starlight and other people's auras...

Me too. And I have two kids... It IS wonderful. And, it IS hard, frustrating, numbing, demanding, dirty, and not at all for the faint of heart...

And, who took the photo?? "Dude, can you take a hot photo of me in a towel to disprove Padding-gate? 'K. Thanks." Well, I demand to know who took the photo or I will not be satisfied that Lol really means Lol... Or something... I don't know anymore...

I was just thinking that exact thing! Glad to see someone threw that out there.

Thank you. After reading all that, then seeing Vince Vaughn, my eyeballs feel redeemed.

I have no brilliant insight to add to your list, but I wanted to say I tried, and got the recipe for, a delightful squash, pear, curry soup today. It was very tasty. I'd add it to the top 10 of this list.

I'd have told him to c'mon in, and offered him a complementary pizza cutter vasectomy...

and I want to be your friend... Mmmm... Lemon poppyseed....

He sounds like an A-list something, alright... However, if being an entitled prig got everyone thrown off a plane... There'd be lots more legroom!!

I have a preteen daughter, who takes remarkably good selfies. I will share this with her, in the hopes of creating a better tomorrow. Also, I have her Facebook password, so she'd better not post half of that list for fear of the wrath of Mom (wrath of God has nothing on me...)

I was pregnant with my first child, and at work, when the first plane slammed into the tower on September 11, 2001. I told myself it was an accident, and it would all be sorted out. By the time the second plane hit, people were talking about terrorism. I knew it was far away from me, and while it was bad, it would…

I got invited to a lingerie shower... I was friends with the groom. I'd met the bride like twice... And I was supposed to buy her sexy underthings to entice my friend, and give them to her in a room full of strangers? Ummm... Heck no!

I just have to get this out. I read your original rant on the Primanti Brothers sandwich and, essentially, thought, "Pfft... Who cares? Never been to Pittsburgh, don't plan on going... Eh..."

I'm with you. I buy cute knickers because I like wearing them. It makes me happy to know there is an extra little strip of pink polka-dotted cotton between my lady bits and a cold, uncaring (often unhygienic!) world.

I think you've found the perfect solution!

I feel the same way. I must've cut class on the days we covered hair and makeup. I can't do either without looking remarkably silly. :(

Hooray for my home state not being referenced in an article about terrible mascot names and serial killers! Whoo! Go WI!

That sounds delightful! Mazel Tov! :)