I’ve never had a c-section, but have had several stomach surgeries that mimic the whole abs being sliced open deal. My tip? Be careful what you eat those first 2 weeks post-op, even taking Metamucil or Magnesium if need be. You know what’s not fun? Straining and constipation when you’ve got a freshly sliced and diced…

I hope you do! Then I can share my harrowing tale of what happens when drunk Missouri rednecks try to deep fry a turkey! (There’s a squirrel, a small fire, crying, a breakup, and much much more).

The true life story that inspired “The Exorcist” took place in St Louis, Missouri. The priest at my parent’s old parish was involved, and I heard some hair raising tales about the ordeal when Father came over for dinner one night. Josh Duggar is still more creepy.

So is Chainsaw! Man, that’s some dark old country lyrics right there!

“Changed the Locks,” Lucinda Williams. “Free Your Mind,” En Vogue. “The Bitch is Back,” Elton John. “Gone,” Kanye. “Sassy Mama,” Big Mama Thornton. (I had a bad breakup, what can I say?)

Coon Rapids is...not the...nicest suburb of the Twin Cities. Hence its awful nickname, “N-word Creek.”

After which, you had to head to the Famous Bar off Chippewa for a martini. (StL native?!?)

This. Clearly given my handle, I freakin love to cook and I’ll eat anything. My little sister? Picky eater that my mother never curtailed and completely catered to. (No joke, many times her dinner was graham crackers with peanut butter and chocolate chips with a Diet Coke to avoid a tantrum. She was made a separate…

While putting ice cubes into a glass for cocktail hour, the entire thing shattered in my hand (I think it might have still been warm from the dishwasher), with the curved lip of the glass breaking off and slicing all the way down my hand in between my ring and middle finger. Taped it all up in a rubber kitchen glove…

Good luck girlfriend, but you’re not getting past my Royals!!! (Although I am psyched for you...KC made it in last year after years of crap seasons, I know the excitement! If KC can’t win it, I’m pull for the Jays!)

...having drinks on the lanai with Blanche, Dorothy, Rose and Sophia.

I don’t disagree with you, but considering the church crowd are notoriously bad tippers, maybe this will encourage their congregants not to be such stingy bastards.

Flannel pjs are my fave. However, I always lose the thermostat battle and end up sleeping naked. (Seriously, my roommate cranks it up to 80. I sleep with the windows open in Minneapolis in the winter). I long for chilly nights and flannel pjs! Best thing ever.

I have come to believe (based on the recent rantings of a close friend) that I may actually have an asshole Starbucks customer order. Can you confirm or deny if I’m in the redzone? Triple grande sugar free vanilla soy latte, extra hot. Am I the devil and don’t know it?!? (And if so, please tell me how to modify. The…

Love it. Thanks for the tip!

On this note - I got a text from my little cousin this week. She’s moved out of her dorm and living in her very first apartment, with no idea how to cook. She finally texted me asking for easy recipes after living off mac n cheese and deli turkey for a month. I’ve got tons of things to send her, but wondered if anyone…

True that. Although I will let you in on a secret. Giuseppe’s in Burnsville. (I know, I know, its way the hell out in the burbs). Off Co Road 42 by the mall, tiny little hole in the wall with the best spicy lamb and gnocchi ever. I almost don’t even want to let people in on it, its that good.

Two things come to mind - first off, there’s a difference between prosecuting and sentencing. It could be (and I’m not entirely familiar with German law) they can prosecute her but not send her to jail, something along the lines of a suspended sentence or probation. Secondly - I think prosecution IS important, if only…

And Italian food! Oddly enough, St Louis has a huge Italian population and some of the best Italian food in the world. I guess maaaaaybe there’s Cosetta’s but even that’s not super great.

While I MIGHT be willing to give in a little on the Famous Dave’s sauce, the one thing I won’t budge on is their god awful sides. Hard as a rock “cornbread,” that pitiful broccoli, the glop-ey mac n cheese etc etc etc. A good BBQ joint has collard greens and coleslaw that rank as high as their meats.