And I'll bet it made her week. You cheating, mac & cheese fool. —Honestly, you were much kinder than I could ever be in that situation.

It is so hard. Couples are all different ages, in different places in their lives. It's not 1922 where most newly married young couples were in their twenties and needed a new-fangled can opener, a set of dishes, and some bedding to get them started. That said, I cherish the fancy "silver" frame my maid of honor…

Awwww, I love that.

So true. That's the great thing about marrying in your 30s—it's your wedding. Not your mom's, or BFF, or Great Aunt Sheila's, it's yours.

Will you teach me?

I think part of is because of our massive suburban lives. I'll bet that American kids who live in cities and towns where you can easily walk to a store, or run errands for your family, have much better financial knowledge than kids raised in burbs. Kids who stay home or just hang out by the cart while parents shop…

The same. Five minutes in and my curiosity was sated. So not interested.

Thank you. So great to see something sweet. I needed that today.

Ugh. I had one of those. I'm still gagging and the baby is 12 now.

At least you found out what caused that horrible smell a few weeks back.

As Ruth Bader Ginsburg stated: "The requirement carries no command that Hobby Lobby or Conestoga purchase or provide the contraceptives they find objectionable," she wrote. "Instead, it calls on the companies covered by the requirement to direct money into undifferentiated funds that finance a wide variety of benefits…

This makes me beyond sad. My own government is turning against me in nearly every facet of my life. I even vote in primaries and for small elections. I voted twice for a president I hoped would bring back privacy and fiscal changes to Wall St. That didn't happen. And now the supreme court is consistently awful.

Another twin. Triplet?

I've been thin and I've been chunky. Just lately, I've decided to eat well, for my health and enjoyment. I was on a low carb diet recently, but I think I broke myself. I can't diet anymore. My body refuses to do it. So I'm just eating. Not the insane indulgent eating in prep for the next diet. Not the small…

Sure. But you guys have to promise not to come out here, 'kay?

Yes! Thank you. My husband does the same. He'd get pretty tired if I asked him if he noticed that I diagonally vacuumed the nape of the carpet, or how lovely the mopped kitchen floor looks without any kid footprints in it or how the socks didn't get too gray after throwing them in the laundry with the jeans? Or how…

And here I was thinking of something like an old cigar box he inherited from an uncle.

Ohhh, that's good. I like the Jolie tie-in. Now if we could only get her to eat some popchips.

I don't know if they're open about their shallowness. They don't seem to be aware of it. I think he mistakes spending a lot of time on nothing as creating depth, or meaning, or art merely because he's spent a lot of time on it.

I miss the hair. I loved to see how big I could get it and how long I could keep it. The wallpaper in the bathroom began to dissolve from years of hairspray abuse. It feels very dull straightening it every day.