They also made fun of the Kardashians. Best news anchors ever.

My aunt is a surgeon at MGH. She has only been able to utter a single word to describe this situation: "...terrible..."

My husband was at Beth Isreal for FOUR SOLID DAYS. We barely heard from him, and he hardly slept and I'm pretty certain he only ate bagels. When it happened, he didn't know what was going on, just that everyone started running around, all the ambulances left and then they were all overwhelmed.

AHHHHH!!! He is SO CUTEEEEEE look at that!!!! I'm joining the lizards in outfits party.

Hmmm... Nope. I think I'm OK.

I know this is completely off topic, but your comment reminds me of a story my mom told me about my sister and one of her teachers. For context, my sister is 11 years older than me, so I was either not born or very little at the time, and my mom was a single mother (so this either happened before mom met my father or…

I disagree. Much as most Thanksgiving foodstuffs (your turkey, your mashed potatoes, your stuffing) are but gravy delivery systems, so too is it with cakes, cup or otherwise, and frosting. The cakes are (semi) irrelevant; they merely need to be adequate, neither too heavy or light, too dry or crumbly, too sweet or not…

So today I googled "best bra color to wear under white" (shutup, I hardly ever wear white and I'd heard conflicting stories) and the hit I ended up looking at first was this little gem: modest mom