Yes, it was definitely less expensive for us to stay in the UK. Congratulations on the upcoming nuptials! The thing is, I don't think that I could stand to live in the USA again. I have become Anglicized. I even say 'pavement' instead of 'sidewalk'. I know what 'The Archers' is!

Ug. My husband is from the UK (we met in Wales while he was getting his Masters and I was earning my PhD) and when we decided to marry we had to endure a whole lot of hoop-jumping. We had to get permission to marry from the government (nail-biting) luckily since we were getting married in a CoE church the Cannon could…

I think that we should stay near the equator and wear nothing but vegetable-wool (cotton for those born after 1690). I have a not-so-secret plan to move the UK into the Gulf of Mexico. This plan involves rockets. Everybody wins. There will be fewer hurricanes, and everyone will have cheaper air-fare for touring.

The wedding cake made everyone poop green for days...

We did a throw-it-together as-cheaply-as-possible wedding (my dress was $200!) and our colours were sapphire and white. I made my bouquet. This was our cake. We spent more money on beer than we did in CofE church fees. It was awesome.

Hello. I'm 5'8, my husband is 5'5. He is broad-shouldered, exceedingly masculine and actually about twice my width, blond, with a viking-beard. My attraction to him has always been intense - when we first met I was overwhelmed. I had never felt such an undeniable, physical longing for another human being. I actually…

Heh, I have a scar like that in the same location, but mine is the result of being stabbed with a shiv. The bad news: it shows when I wear a sweetheart neckline. The good news: when rude people ask about it I can shut them down pretty quickly.
I don't usually like tattoos, but hers is very nice. Quite tasteful.

I was looking for one on my computer and I hadn't any luck. My last laptop died and while I was able to recover a lot of material, I havent transferred it yet. Blerg. I'll keep looking.

We rescued a keeshond from a puppymill (my dad was the person that the local shelters called when they had adoptable dogs that were going to be put down), this little guy had fused hind legs, two rows of teeth, and was totally blind. We couldn't afford the surgery to remove his rear legs, so he hopped around. We…

Does this mean that we can no longer google anonymously?

I will do that! Thanks.

I would very much like to tell you all about an important project currently being released by Michelle McGrane, a South African poet and editor of the wonderful online journal Peony Moon. The project is calledAgainst Rape and she founded it after witnessing the treatment of a friend's victimized adolescent daughter.…

1) I love giraffes. I love their black tongues.

2) Now that I have bowed to the topic at hand, I have a question. I would very much like to tell you all about an important project currently being released by Michelle McGrane, a South African poet and editor of the wonderful online journal Peony Moon. The project is…

My sister started puberty at about 8- they put her on hormones to hold it off because they were worried that 1) a child that young might be psychologically damaged by an early puberty and 2) she would stop growing. She stopped growing anyway. She is four feet, eight inches tall.

I started puberty at 17 and got my…

I think we might have had the same boss. Or at least similar situations. The pain of having a great (awful) story that could wound your career if you talk about it publicly. Sigh.

I've got one as well. Mildly famous- or at least notorious. How does one create a burner?

Thank God I went to an all women's university. By the time I got to my co-ed graduate classes I was used to being the loudest person in the room- as well as the most dedicated. I got SO good at shutting bros down.

I think he's right about this. Say what you will, the man knows the mechanics of horror.

I don't usually like Sarah Silverman, I think that a lot of her humor is cruel, but I was surprised by how kind this video was.

Fun fact: Ladies would send Byron snippets of their pubic hair. He would send back a few locks culled from his own...dog.

Oh and:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. One, your penis.