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Little Edie
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Speaking of Muslim poets, I think we need to be fair in the application of this standard. If Kismet is out-of-the question for February, then I think Rumi should also be removed from every and all Valentine's Day displays. Equal opportunity fear mongering here, people.

This is brilliant. I'm an only child and my parents vaccinated the shit out of me because they wanted to protect me from getting sick. They, like most parents, were not thrilled with the idea of shoving things into my body, but well, they didn't want me to get Polio or Mumps or Measles or anything else. They were

THANK YOU. I don't have the energy to engage in this b.s. today, so thanks for articulating this for everyone else, it's brilliant. Kudos!

Kate Winslet is so freakin' fabulous. I love her. Such a delightful, class act.

Heart this. This is a really, really good point.

This is fairly common on Fridays in Muslim-majority countries where there is overflow into the streets. However, given that it's a Muslim-majority country, accommodations are made for worshipers.

I'm pretty sure it was my skirt on my head? You know, rocking that Hamptons Hijabi look.

Aww! :-D Thanks!

This is like sticking a nonpareil in your nose (not that I would know anything about that). Can we stop stuffing things that don't belong there into our vaginas, please? And could we please ask the FDA to stop encouraging aforementioned stuffing by not approving all this shit?

Last night I made Mr Edie watch this and when Hooker Tot came out, I almost fell off the sofa. At the end, I saw the brown polka dotted dress and I said, "I love that dress! I'd wear that dress!" Mr Edie was incredulous. (He still hasn't gotten over the twin babies that won last season.)

Every time I see Ahmadinejad's smug, beady little eyes and his smile, I just want to poke him in the eyes.

I got on board a plane in December 2001 coming from Granada, Spain with a Bic razor in my handbag. No one stopped me. Yet somehow my elderly mother's knitting bag and my ballet flats pose a serious risk to national security. It's always fun when they bust open my bag and find a bunch of new texts on Islam that I'm

La Peregrina. I'd love to get a pearl owned by Queen Anne Boleyn and Queen Mary I for Valentine's Day. If that pearl could talk, I'd buy that memoir.

Stay classy, Madonna.

At first I thought this was a Photoshop botch job because Lady in Red's neck looks really long with the the way her head and the collar on her jacket is angled. Her neck doesn't look like it could support her head or that fabulous headgear she's rocking.

I have half a Xanax and I'm curled-up on the floor asleep. Sex is not even an agenda item at that point.

I think there's a fine line between "Brushing things under the rug" and "Choose your battles."

That's the plan. The plan is to also get the card swipe for my office working again so I can do what I do every semester to get work done and that's go to the department to work. But yeah, there are going to be some words about giving me more specifics about WHEN hubby is going to be arriving and not just, "SURPRISE!

bwahahahaha <3 I'm also the RA, so yeah, the rules say a single.

I'm a PhD Candidate, too. I live in a dorm and my roommate this year is a first year law student who is married. She goes home, but last week she told me, "My husband MIGHT be visiting this weekend." Fine, "might" never turned into "he is coming to visit on Saturday" instead it turned into he just shows-up and it's a