YES.

Someday. :) I can't imagine spending the rest of my life without one. I just need to get my life together and get over this fear that no dog is ever going to be quite the same.

Oh man could I have used this back in the Immigration days...

I've heard about that in Ukraine, with the medical system, as well.

My mutt was the best dog in the world, and 10+ years later, I still can't bring myself to replace him.

Oh interesting. I'd wondered the same thing (I've definitely heard it as a gay slur). Now I can't get the connection out of my head, because I'm pretty sure the one time I've heard it in song was in a shock rocker's song about Santa (or Father Frost, rather). Now the connection is getting uncomfortable.

I wish I could opt out of it. But mine usually want both that and my stupid height, which I could tell them within 1/4". So I just let them and try not to get any numbers.

I flat out refuse to look at the scale. Anywhere but at the scale. My doctor's office has a very lovely corner...

I just look the other way, and the nurses usually get the hint. A few will ask me if I want to know, and I just go "Nope"

Yes. FOR SCIENCE. Sweet sweet science.

I think I do some of this already — I'll caffeinate a little while before doing something important rather than going based on how I feel.

Dammit. Watch my town lose our tiny little not-in-a-mall store.

You end up being an expert by necessity. I know way more about bra construction than I EVER wanted to know. A well-fitting bra is like a holy grail sewing project for me.

Excellent choice. I want one of those too please. *drooling* Can we get someone over in Biology to work on it?

I have to drive about 90 minutes to get one my size (G/H cups don't grow on trees, you know!), and the difference between one of my well-fitting bras and one of my not-well fitting bras is a lot of pain. So I'm right there up on that soapbox with you, preaching the joys of a good fit, and warning never to let…

The boobs are intimidating, as is my demeanor when I'm suitably annoyed. (I'm a sub 5-foot, blonde, baby-faced, college professor. I've had to develop facial expressions to match my "professor voice") I've even had the high-end department store ladies look at me and go "You look like you know what you're doing".

It was actually a relief to me the day I walked into a Victoria Secret (not to buy a bra, thank goodness), someone almost attempted to ask me if I wanted a bra fitting, and just stopped when she actually looked at me.

Damn, I've been doing it wrong all these years.

I make this at work. I take the cake mixes and shake them up in a big ziploc bag and then I have cake for weeks!

I'm partial to "processed cheese food". Like Kraft Singles.