I need that t-shirt!

Sure. I was only sticking to the topic.

The topic was not “Cutest lie”’ it was “Craziest lie”. I still think this qualifies.

Spilling chili on yourself forever. Yes.

I obviously meant live. But I love there, too.

Thank you! No marble for me.

I was 10, which means my older sister was 13. I saw her and mom in the bathroom together a lot. And I was all WTF is this about? And more importantly, what am I missing out on?

Uh oh, where did you go to school?

Oh, please explain that last part.

I live in a place where, this time of year, it is 28 in the morning, 65 by 1pm, and 30 in the evening. We all have cruddy sinus shit going on this week. I am not hating on the idea of heated floors right now.

I’m checking them out now!

I love in a circa 1947 house with wood floors. Purchase me some fuzzy socks and we are BFFs.

Heated marble floors. I wants them.

Chrissy’s tweets are getting better and better. I love her.

You take the trolls down, regardless. Meanwhile, I’m the person who says what I think, forgets about it, goes to sleep, and then wakes up from a nap and sees 200 comments and thinks, “OMG wtf did I say. This is going to be torture.”. We would make a good team.

We should get married. I’m a woman, and I have promised myself to multiple other Jez people, but I’m digging you right now.

It’s my go-to movie on a plane. Nothing else can relax me. I have also seen this 50 billion times. #Imacoolmom

Meh. Whatever. Meh. Blah.