Mine grew back also. But it was glorious there for a while.

Good point!

I was hoping somebody’d make this comment so I wouldn’t have to. I owe you one. (Ahem...”they’re.”)

As a football fan who knows nothing about much of anything, I believe she’s worth more than he.

I’d consider a fleeting relationship with him just to share some of that breakfast. I love breakfast.

I just can’t wrap my head around how difficult it must be to lug all that around. I understand she’s a tiny girl (I think I understand that), but there’s just so much of her.

I’m almost 70, look 50 and still look better than they do. Not prettier, just healthier. I think.

My 4-year-old grandson said to me a while ago, “Grandma, can I have some juice?” Me: “Sure.” Him: “Bring it to me.” Me: “Ha!”

I agree. If they’re motivated sellers, push everything you can until you feel push-back, then negotiate. It’s frustrating/exhausting but it’s also dollars in your pocket.

What I find problematic more than anything is somebody else telling me what I like, what I don’t like, why I should/shouldn’t like it and generally using far too many words to lecture me like a damn pedant about what’s good and what’s not. Or what’s going to make my summer just the bossest summer ever. (This goes…

Well-said. What is she merchandising if not her brand? If she’s merchandising herself, well...

Oh, thank you for this! It happens daily and I never ignore that shit, I just sometimes feel like no one gives a fuck except the readers.

I’ve had what I’ll just refer to delicately as “more than my fair share” of men and I can say unequivocally that more of them have been bad/meh at it than truly good. I’ve gone over grocery lists in my head, checked my nails behind his neck, all kinds of foolishness, but I’ve gotta hand it to you boys: The good ones…

Hey, leave Nebraska out of this!

Our first dance after the ceremony was counted down by my new hubby’s band’s bass player: “The Thrill Is Gone.”

I sort of wonder if he has any idea where he is.

Later on, I thought Brian Krakow pulled it off fairly well, considering he wasn’t supposed to be good at anything but thinking.

Perfect!

The Virgin Suicides and Raising Arizona. “I don’t know what kind of jammies they were. They had Yodas ‘n shit on ‘em” is, I believe, one of the great lines in movie history.

I saw “a pinch of tuna.”