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I'm pretty thrifty, so my sister in law suggested we start helping each other clip coupons. I've always been a generic brand shopper (save for ketchup and pop tarts obviously) so I didn't last very long since you basically end up paying about the same for a brand name as you would for a generic.

I met her assistants at an event one time (other top celebrity assistants were there too, most A-list had one. Bethenny had 3. Very telling) I overheard their conversation saying that her closet smells like a Payless. I don't quite know what it means, but I think it was an insult.

Ohioan here. Our politicians are the WORST.

I believed that it was illegal to drive with your dome light on because my dad told me and my siblings that on every long road trip where we desperately wanted to read in the car. I only recently found out that this is just merely annoying for the driver. I'm 26.

I was just thinking how lots of their outfits would just be as stylish today, like the weird choker/tube top shirt, and the camel colored tight dress. It's pretty much all sitting in the Kardashian closet right now.

I get mine from the dollar store. I don’t need fancy candles from TJ Maxx, unless, of course, the queen is stopping by.

Has anyone ever had their under eyes filled? I think it’s known as a tear trough procedure. I’m 26, and I don’t really have wrinkles yet, but in the past 4 years I’ve noticed that I’ve completely lost all fat deposits underneath my eyes and I now have weird hollow half circles from my lifelong habit of being a

My sister in law does aesthetic medicine, and she had that done. It’s called Miradry, and she said it was more painful than childbirth. The best part is that it makes your armpits super bruised and swollen, and she had to be a bridesmaid the next day. It’s the only time I’ve ever seen makeup applied to someone’s

My grandma was a stuffy lady who never quite stopped delighting in her girlhood. The guest room in her house had shelves and shelves of fancy dolls (only to be looked at, NEVER to be touched) and ornate perfume bottles and vintage make-up. I wanted so BADLY for her to at least take something off the shelf and share it

SO MANY parents apparently refused to get their daughters My Sized Barbies as children (I asked for one 3 years in a row. The last year my dad so kindly pointed out to me that I wasn’t going to get it because the doll was no longer “my size.”) Still upset about it.

I also posted about PJ Sparkles! I loved that little orphan with the heart of gold.

I had to get a blue Sky Dancer cut out of my hair once. I still loved it.

Also yearned for a My Size Barbie and never got one.

Extra points if your grandmother bought those for HERSELF, and put them high up on a shelf to be displayed (and not played with by her grubby-handed granddaughter. Yes, she was the “mean-grandma.”)

“Ah-uh ah-uh”

THE DAD WHISTLE.

PJ Sparkles was one of my most beloved toys that nobody else had. She even had her own VHS tape to go along with the doll (that I watched so much the actual tape inside the video basically disintegrated and fell apart).

My brother got a creepy crawlers the same Christmas my two sisters got a shared easy bake oven. The combined smell of plastic plus uncooked brownie batter stayed in my house for weeks.

My Teddy Ruxpin got left out on the patio during a rain storm and would randomly yell out garbled messages IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. I locked it in a bathroom once because I thought it was going to murder me.

Two toys I DESPERATELY wanted but never recieved: