Thank you. I can shut off my computer now.

Peaches and a slight bit of fresh basil. Try it. (Cooked, not raw.)

Bubble tea is like drinking something perfectly delightful and then suddenly sucking up a gigantic hardened booger. Blech. Awful stuff.

I never experienced it until after I had kids. Subsequently, I'm pretty sure my PMS is the origin of the legend of the wolfman (sans extraneous body hair) because I turn into a (to quote my husband) "rage-filled hate monster". Medication has saved my marriage and probably some lives.

25 years ago I worked at a now defunct electronics retailer. My department handled "specialty" accounts. Translation, big spenders. Summers were busy times for us with the riches heading out to the Hamptons and everything always had to be delivered yesterday, and installed, of course. So, Calvin Klein ('a assistant)…

North, please take one out of Otis Sudeikis' playbook and unleash all over that masterpiece you're wearing.

My uncle was apoplectic when he heard that Osama bin Laden had been killed by six baby seals.

Harry Styles transformation to Jack White is almost complete...

I'm with you on that.

That's a uniboob? I was expecting something a lot more "Total Recall".

I can handle any injury that my kids bring my way (and they have been numerous and varied), but two things I can.not.do. are eye injuries and anything to do with a toenail or fingernail. Sorry, kid... you're on your own.

anybody else read it as "Olivia Wildebeast"?

If you write it, I'll buy it.

I don't tell my kids to hit back twice as hard, but rather that they should expect to BE HIT twice as hard.

I kind of have to admit that I - taking the statement at face value and in the context it is presented - (gulp) agree with that. One of the lessons we teach our kids at home is do not hit someone unless you are ready to be hit back twice as hard.

I go to a sushi place that serves purple cauliflower tempura. I go there just for that! Purple cauliflower is the best.

flat sheet with hospital corners. otherwise, my mom will come to my house and beat me.

It was the boots that bothered me. Probably because I would kill for a pair like them.

I'm sure it's been fixed by now, but on day 1 coverage over at the nyt website, before you could view the video shot at get crash scene, you had to sit through an ad for capital one airmiles credit card. Pick any flight, no blackout dates!

I hope they didn't come up with that after seeing Christina's birth cake.