Agree. Kellys are nicer. (She said as if she were in danger of ever having to choose.)

OMG, I adore Mary Stewart! I have all of the gothics in paperback because The Covers. The Ivy Tree and The Gabriel Hounds might be my favorites, but it’s hard to choose. The final three gothics kind of lack the teeth of the earlier works, and Thornyhold feels much more like a Barbara Michaels “girl gets house” book.…

I would be terrified for Conan. He walked by me last year at a trade show and he was practically translucent.

I need these glasses. Sad to read she died in 2008.

My parents got married in 1966 and I am now furious with them for not embracing this trend!

Countless people tried to teach me to ride a bike when I was a kid, ditto roller skating, horseback riding, skateboarding, etc., but I always fell and hurt myself. Fast forward several years to age 28, when I was diagnosed with an inner ear disorder. Slightly less embarrassed now.

I talk to one of my best friends every morning while she is on her commute and I am still puttering around in my jammies, which is fine. The part that drives me insane is that if I don’t pick up right away because I’m washing my hands after scooping the cat box or whatever, she’ll hang up and move on to the next…

I first read “WFTV” as “WTFV” and could not understand their problem.

Drinking champagne and green juice, so help me God.

A sperm with a teeny tiny butcher knife.

There are definitely some right-wing evangelists lurking around as well, especially in the econ departments. Probably not as many, but they’re there.

Somewhere, Alexis de Tocqueville is weeping.

I can’t explain it, but it’s an instant turn off when I see men wearing flip flops with jeans or other long pants. Unless you are taking out the recycling, just don’t.

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Suskind. Unputdownable.

I loved Lonesome Dove and read the entire thing over a Thanksgiving weekend. However, the sequel, Streets of Laredo, undoes everything in about the first 15 pages. Huge disappointment.

Ahhhh, the green chile!

I would totes try samosa vodka.

My cat is currently obsessed with a stupid, cheap feather wand from Target that always breaks in exactly the same spot after a couple of days. When I throw one away he sits by the trash and cries. My Target sold out of them a few months ago, causing me to have a nervous breakdown in the middle of the store. Thank god…

Where is this outlet mall with endless cheese puffs?

They brought in a fake therapist? Seems like a lawsuit waiting to happen.