If my husband and I did this, I think the before and after shots would be pretty much identical. We pretty much wear the same jeans/tshirt combo (though if he ended up wearing one of my hats, it would be hi-larious. He's got this tiny little pin head, whereas mine is approximately the size of Rhode Island).

Kroll! Kroll! Kroll! Kroll!

Jamie! <3

YUSS.

Cpt Jack is great and all, but my bromance heart belongs to the Doctor and the Brigadeer.

Maybe it's Ho Chi Minh

I think it really depends on both the cat and the dog. Our pit, Mr Boo, was always *really* interested in cats, but when he caught up with them all he wanted to do was sit near (or more often on) them. Most cats freaked out at the sight of him, and so he'd give chase. Some beat the crap out of him (which chased him…

I once worked with someone who misspelled my name in Every. Darn. Email. It's Nora, not Norah. My email address spells it sans h, as do I every time I sign my name. But somehow, that wasn't enough. He was convinced it needed an h, so an h it had. Multiple times a day. For over year.

Seriously! Though it does explain why they were so uncomfortable to wear.

I'm pretty sure at least one episode of K-9 was shown on WGBH Boston some time in the late 80s/early 90s. I taped it of tv, and still have the VHS somewhere — 9 year old me thought it was awesome, but 9 year old me had kind of crap taste.

See, I always kind of hated that April's birthstone was the diamond. I wanted something with color, darnit! But the birth flower is the sweet pea, which is nice.

Ok, I am an uncultured lout and have never seen Les Miz. I knew about the hair, but seriously? Her front teeth? Now I'm imagining "I Dreamed a Dream" sung with a lisp and that funny little whistle you get with missing teeth. And giggling. See above re: lout.

Word. I'm thirty-five, and my husband and I have no kids together because we frankly can't afford it. I'm lucky, in that I have a 20-year-old stepson to pal around with, but I have to admit it still kind of breaks my heart that I don't get to have any kids of my own, especially now that my parents are getting older…

My husband and I live on a boat. It's 38 feet long, and at its widest maaaaybe 15 feet. We get along fine — you don't need a lot of space to live in, really. Though we have the benefit of gorgeous scenery outside and ample access to it (something apartment dwellers usually don't have).

My mom would write letters from Santa in GREEK. Because that's what St. Nicholas would do, yo. And we'd leave wine and cheese, because "Santa gets tired of cookies, honey." Were we idiots for playing along well into high school? Heck no. We'd be idiots not to play along. Because that stuffs was awesome.

Quit? Heck, she should've sued: http://abelllaw.typepad.com/kentucky_employment_law/2012/11/tip-sharing-starbucks-baristas-receive-14-million-judgment.html

Eh, I can understand. You love someone, everything else is perfect, you think things'll work out somehow. And then they do, even if it's not in the way you hoped. It's life.

Aw, man. Sorry to hear about your mom. Hope your family gets time together, even if it isn't exactly on Christmas.

That's a fantastic story. I'll be thinking of you and your mom, too when I eat fruitcake this year (and I talked to my mom after I posted this. She said, "Oh honey, there's plenty of last years fruitcake in the freezer." So not only will I be hoisting mom's fruitcake, I'll be hoisting mom's year old fruitcake. And…

I actually emailed my sister right after I posted this (she lives near my mom, whereas I'm on the other side of the country). I'm hoping we can coordinate a bi-coastal fruitcake making endeavor. :)