I would resent the hell out of that situation, too, and I don't think you sound pathetic at all. There is no graceful way to get him to back off without making work really weird. That sucks.

Related: You know those all-blue lights? When I was a kid, I thought people who put up all-blue lights must be Jewish. No clue why, because I never knew any Jewish people growing up in my small Southern town, but I had this idea that red/green=Christmas, blue= Hanukkah.

Lol. Growing up with colored lights, I always thought I would do white lights in my own place. But when the time came for our first tree, I got very nostalgic.

In that same NYT article, a couple was interviewed that had that white-vs-colored argument. They settled it by alternating years, keeping up with an entire set of indoor-outdoor lights in each variety.

Eeesh. I have never been one to maintain friendships with exes. Once we're finished, I'm done with you. Not necessarily in a bitter way; when I do think about an ex, I wish him well. But I have never felt the need to "just be friends," nor have I had an ex that wanted that.

I've started doing the oil cleansing method, and it works really well for eye makeup.

Finally put up the Christmas tree this evening, and I was thinking about Christmas lights.

Oooh, or brunch wedding reception with mimosas and a bloody mary bar. My cousin had one of those five years ago and it's still one of my favorite wedding receptions I've ever been to. (They had a waffle bar and little martini glasses full of shrimp and grits! How could that not be the best thing ever?)

I saw a commenter on Facebook advocating that every teacher have a gun. I am a teacher. I worry enough about my wallet being shut away in my desk— the last thing I need on my mind is some angry kid stealing a gun.

Razors get locked up because they are fucking expensive. Almost $20 for a pack of refills? Ridiculous. Although the store where I buy them has nifty little plastic razor-cages, so you can put them in your cart and they get freed at the register. At least that way you don't have to track down a surly teenage…

My store keeps the razors in little plastic cages that get unlocked when you get to the register. I think that's a workable alternative, because condoms and pregnancy tests are some of the most-shoplifted items, and on-the-shelf Plan B would surely follow.

My sister and I had American Girl dolls before the whole mini-me thing happened. I have brown hair and (had) glasses, so Molly and Samantha were my dolls But my sister, with olive skin and black hair, chose Addy as the closest doll to her. She was really pumped when Josefina came out.

They have good furniture there, too! Just bought a sofa and loveseat, and the saleslady that helped me sent a hand-written thank-you note!

Bitch would have lost a finger if she'd tried to take my soup away from me. I take my soup very seriously.

Eesh. My doctor was the one who encouraged me to not get the exam every single year because of my history of negative results. Have you asked them about delaying exams? If they won't let you be a partner in your own health care, I would find a new doctor.

But don't you think that it should be your decision whether to get preventive care or not? It is your body. Men blow off preventive care all the time because there's no paternalistic medical guidelines forcing them to get exams in exchange for unrelated yet completely necessary prescriptions.

There are denominations that encourage women priests & bishops! When I started going back to the Episcopal church after some years away, the first question my mom asked was "Are there any woman priests?"

Oh, no! I'm sure he'll make his way back sooner or later.

Aw, sad. I'm a teacher, and even though I have rules about the bathroom, I tell the kids if they are going to be sick, just get up and go! I will figure it out later!

So, at 16 weeks pregnant, I have apparently moved from morning sickness to anytime sickness. As I was horking bile in the damn Logan's Roadhouse (before I even had dinner!), I was wondering how this ranked in my list of least-dignified moments so far. More dignified than puking an Egg McMuffin out the passenger door…