Latisse.

Except this happened at third.

Unfortunately, to me that was the peak of television EVER. And I am old. I cannot think of anything that approaches it. Not just the finale — all of it.

Agree with the return recommendation. You don't break your shoes in; they break your feet in. And pinched toes are the worst!

Yes, of course you are right! I was thinking of a Mary Tyler Moore-level knife job.

But her mother is so beautiful! BODY plastic surgery, maybe?

Ooh! Do tell!

Agree completely. It's November, it's a grey coat, winter . . . perfectly reasonable unless you are trying to gin up discontent and kneejerk body acceptance "Likes."

Silver Spring, MD, here . . . although I LOVE rain!

Mint chocolate chip. But I only eat ice cream when I'm in New York, so it doesn't come up that often.

Don't worry about the cat bite. You've done everything you can — MORE than I ever do, as a longtime catmom.

Where are you?

This makes me cry in the way that people singing about an actor who killed himself via heroin does not.

Love the Cards, hate Joe Buck; his father was even worse.

Gouge.

p. 50? I like murder too, really!

Nope. Dry-eyed.

I CANNOT get into it! How far do you have to read to "get it"?

Once again, it's Schwarz.

That was my go-to weeknight mall as a teenager . . I don't mourn it, though. Malls are over.