Keep believing your own lie(s) and there will be no slip ups. That is an awesome surprise!

I literally cannot do that.

I used to give out the cinnamon red hots to my students for valentine’s day projects(They’re heart shaped and edible but with a waxy exterior that makes them herd to ruin) , but now thanks to Jar of Hearts I think I’ll give it a miss this year.

Didn’t Janet Jackson’s breast ‘pop out’ because Justin Timberlake tore part of her shirt off?

Oh, Tracks...I always managed to get lost there.

I was the terrible one who was insecure. I was also the worst waitress at dc space. Not to brag or anything.

I too was a goth college student from DC taking the metro back from work to my dorm. I was dozing on the red line train when we got to metro center. A stream of humanity poured into the car with screams of ‘hail to the—-’. It took me forever to figure out what had happened.

That is one of the best birth/Dikta stories I’ve ever heard. 

Thank you! I headed to the comments to demand the recipe, but now I won’t look rude.

You could do what a chili chain I worked for did—make the child portions so tiny that it would only satisfy a disinterested five year old. I hated it, because the parents would take it out on the tip rather than speak to a manager—plus, the portions made of cheap pasta and frozen dino patties were really small which…

The sweaters on the Donald O’Connor and the....Gene Kelly(?) guys were a nice color and moved well, I guess. The poor women looked like otherworldly dolls.

That was my thought as well. Pa became the white savior of all oppressed people and Ma was very pretty.

Isn’t she supposed be about eight or nine? It was Little House on the Prairie. The fact that it is a fictional version of Laura Ingalls Wilder means (to me) that Wilder ( or her daughter) though it was fine to show ‘Laura’ be upset that she couldn’t take a baby from the mother. In the end, Ma was only upset that…

Real question— were the long dresses from the 90's considered prairie dresses? I loved those things-especially if I could unbutton the bottom skirt and wear jeans- and I know they were called prairie, but they look more like 1930's dust bowl dresses (which have their own set of problems.)

But Laura herself had a hissy fit when her Pa wouldn’t grab her an “Indian baby” from a mother who was walking with her family on the Trail of Tears.

The few times I’ve run into that sort of violence I’ve waved my phone around screaming that I got pictures and just sent them to the police. One was in the DC Mall area where some older kids started beating on another kid. Another was in my car when I was driving some of my kids home from school. As soon as they ran…

My life matters little now, but when I did a 10th birthday solo skate around my town’s roller rink to Another One Bites the Dust, I was memorable and golden.

I want to say something clever about taco salt, but I’m a haze of jealousy.... Is that your kitchen?

I remember when my husband first saw our baby. He had been kind of skittish about the whole thing (so was I-we were really young). The nurse said something like “hey Dad, come and see your baby.” He immediately went over and said “hi baby”. Another second passed and he started crying and repeating “hi baby! hi baby!”.…

It sounds like you’ve made some wonderful friends!