Nothing you say is untrue and yet, I still do feel sympathy at times.

Another prenup I’d love to have seen!

This is understated and beautiful.

I believe it’s far more difficult when they aren’t rich and powerful. I am sorry for your situation and I sincerely hope you can find your way out soon.

I would add my $5 to yours to read that thing. I’m pretty sure our $10 will do the trick, so I’ll be waiting...

There’s probably a good amount of truth in what you’ve suggested, but we all make our choices and sometimes they backfire on us.

Ouch. 90 hours of education is maybe more than I’ll be willing to commit to, but my soon-to-be-FIL is a real estate agent and I feel like I can somehow get in on his gig. Something to ponder...

I am in your state and I thank you very much. Not that I’ll be buying that property on Lake Diablo with my excess income or anything, but as you said, every bit helps.

Wow. I hadn’t noticed the “stop”, but now that you’ve pointed it out, I can see it clearly. It was through gritted teeth, but there is no mistaking “stop” is what she said. I think that’s why he gave that stupid nod after she acquiesced.

Unfortunately, I’m still not familiar with the source material for Bubba Ho-Tep, but I did luck out in that I worked with a woman who had waited and waited for it to be released. She took me to a local indie theater to see it and, to this day, it remains the only film where the audience clapped and cheered and…

Holy moly, I could have been capitalizing on my notary all this time?

You’re not alone. I find myself feeling sympathy for her all the time, despite everything else.

I’ll only believe that when we see Bolton without that walrus grotesquerie on his face.

I dunno, I desperately wanted a taco bar at my wedding until my groom-to-be reminded me that I can’t even drink water without spilling and perhaps a taco down the front of my wedding dress might put a damper on the day.

We’ll always have the memories...and Bubba Ho-Tep

Wow. It’s kind of comical that I’m surprised and a little shocked at this list. I should, we should, know better.

I love love love the transplant stories. I can only imagine how rewarding your job was, especially in conjunction with the sorrow that goes along with the removal of the organs. You were doing a good thing.

Inexplicably, the two errors in a single statement upset me far more than the content. How does that even happen in this day and age?

I’d have thought the same for me, but it had already been preserved in formalin and it had little resemblance to an eyeball. It wasn’t so bad.

We had lots of feet and legs come in for disposal, too. They were all wrapped before they were sent in, but moving one from the incoming bin to wherever they were to be stored was just weird. They were heavy!