I just realized what this photo reminds me of. When I turned 13 I had a sleepover party and everyone stuffed giant balloons into their shirts and we ran around chest-bumping each other and trying to stab them with plastic forks.

Also frigate birds

All this reminds me of is this bird called a Sage-Grouse.

I went to school with her. In the same class from 1st grade through high school. It's like all the crazy we saw in school was distilled, compressed and is now sublimating. She bragged about getting her first husband, a comm signal officer (think army it manager) stuck in Iraq for an extended tour by talking no end of…

I hate to find myself on the same side as a lot of MRA idiots that have been flaming you in the comments section. I was just annoyed by the snark at the end of the article. Like it or not, they appear to have been falsely accused in this case. I'm not saying nothing happened to that girl, but there's no evidence to…

so much whining on my part, you nailed it. but as a former UVA sorority girl who's been with a former UVA frat boy for the better part of a decade, you're right in a way: i am deeply tired of writing about Charlottesville and the Greek system without being there myself at this exact point in time, and i'm tired of not…

OMG. I have 4 sons who are all teen or pre-teenage, and so I have, at times, had 10 or 12 boys in my house. It can be gaggingly noxious. I may just borrow a page from your mother!

Aw, man. I'm sorry. I wasn't young when my parents died. That has to be so hard. Becoming a grandma might be bringing a lot of stuff up for you. That's my guess. Sometimes I look at my kid, and my life, and I can't believe my parents can't see everything. They're gone.

Wow. Part of being a good cook, or any kind of cook really, is being prepared and having a plan, not sending people out to grocery shop at 8:30 the night of the dinner. Another part is serving hot food hot and cold food cold. Also, cleaning up as you go (sometimes I am able to clean all the dishes but the ones we're…

That American Playhouse version is how I first saw Into The Woods. I was flipping through the channels and came across it (probably on PBS) and stopped and was memorized. I had no idea what it was, but I knew I wanted to watch the whole thing.

I remember watching her on the talk shows when I was a kid. Johnny Carson, Merv Griffin, etc. I was fascinated by her crying as she sang. It was so beautiful. She is so beautiful when she sings.

As a high school theater kid, Bernadette Peters was high on my idols list. I can't even count how many times I watched her performing (while sick!) at the 2003 Tonys and her rendition of 'Tell Me on a Sunday'.

We had people over at our apartment last night. Only 5 friends, plus my husband and myself. We're more of the sink into the couch and watch tv types, reveling in our mutual introversion, and don't usually entertain at our home, so this was a change of pace.

embiggens is a perfectly cromulent word.

enbiggens?

See what you did, Republicans? Lack of funding for science education is hurting small business now.

He was just trying to dump his Ferrari to one of his fellow officers, after watching one of your videos and realizing how agonizing it is to daily drive it.

My brother and I wore jeans to our father's funeral. As distraught as we were it's amazing we wore clothes at all.

This is classic. It's almost unbelievable.

When my best friend's mother died I went to the viewing on my way home from work because I wasn't able to go otherwise and I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt because that was what I wore to go to work (worked in a factory at the time where I wore a uniform so my clothing wasn't really an issue) and I didn't have a…