I realize now that the poor hairdresser's heart must have fallen into her shoes when I walked in and demanded a spiral perm. I had mid-back length hair and a ton of it. Many(many, many) hours later and I had HAIR. My brother took once look and told me I looked like Roseanne Roseanna Danna. Ah, the early 90's.

Oh god. I hope you're not talking about me.

Worst Carl Hiaasen novel ever.

I'm so accident prone that it would take me days to remember and record all of my ridiculous injuries. I have been left with torn ligaments, burns, bruises, severely sprained digits, a broken toe and an embarrassing number of concussions. Years ago I was jumping into my very low to the ground car. I didn't drop…

I lived in an apartment complex where the maintenance guy was letting himself into my apartment. Once while I was there. With another guy in tow to whom he was "showing the apartment". I wasn't moving out and the guy he had with him appeared horrified that he had just been dragged into an occupied apartment. I had…

Dear god yes. Could everyone just watch the damned movie and get the actual context? As an old movie buff I become enraged every year when this dumb argument comes up.

I did back in '96. We were married for 11 tumultuous years. It happens.

This guy sounds like a total jerkface and I love Civil War history. Off to Amazon!

My comment naming this book is stuck down in the grays. Glad to see I'm not the only one who hated this nightmare inducer.

The Velveteen fucking Rabbit. I'm 46 years old and still traumatized by that damned book. For some reason my mom thought I would find it comforting.

Didn't work for me and the person in question had actually died.(Husband. Suicide.) I was literally crying on the phone while telling some bill collector that my husband was not available, due to being dead. Guy continued to demand to speak to him. This guy called me for weeks and I wish him a hearty case of leprosy. …

Would never have thought she was still around. This book is in my bookcase and I haven't read it in a number of years. Guess I had better go dust it off and read it again. RIP Ms. Kaufman.

L.p.

This. I manage a liquor store(the owner is also a woman) and some of the nonsense they try marketing at "the girls" makes me see red. I get asked for suggestions as to what women would drink and always tell them, "well in my drinking days I liked beer and whiskey but I'm guessing you have Mike's lemonade in mind." …

Golly I hated that book. Fifth grade in 1978. Amazing how some things never change.

I so feel for you. I went to community college to work on my Associates. My advisor wanted me to go on to university so badly and so did I. Unfortunately Algebra was my stumbling block. I took all the remedial classes and still flunked College Algebra five times. I'm proud of myself for that(must be a record, right?).…

I can see her mulling over the Butterick books for hours.