Steph, tickling me in Bitches:

We have 4 very hairy pets in a 900-square-foot house. It's like living inside a vacuum cleaner bag.

Because it made me laugh and laugh, bon bon, on seeing the new Twilight movie:

there was an audible sound of one girl hitting puberty when Tyler Lautner took off his shirt for the first time -- like a strangled shriek.

Best example of Buffista love I've seen in a long while. Ha!

In Bitches:

Javachik: I also have a ridiculously quick onset cold and my boyfriend is 3,000 miles away and my ex housemate's car's clutch is out so am feeling very alone. And of course, little baby panicking about "who will drive me to the hospital tonight when I slip into a coma??!"

beth b: Oh Just call us when you feel yourself slipping into a coma. Just warn me so I stop drinking rum and can drive.

Hee. You can tell where I am in catching up on Natter, but here's Jesse making me giggle:

I had no idea Overstock.com had a sex department! I guess it is all about the O....

Trudy in Natter:

I'd be the circa 1960 Brigite Bardot of the Blue Footed Boobie world.

Jessica, in Bitches, with the asterisk:

*Please note that breaking up by semaphore does require both parties to be able to decode semaphore signals, and therefore may be not be ideal unless you are breaking up at sea in the 19th century.

Zenkitty: Once bitten, twice shy. Five times bitten, just fuck it all.

More epic awwwwwwwwwwww than spit-take

beth b: I love my Dh , we have fun , we like hanging out together, he is great for my brain, but the bonus is that he can, will, and has dealt with me at some truly less than pleasant physical moments.

Matt H: And you've done the same for me. It's what makes it work - the whole 'in good times and bad' thing.

Plus, the cuteness thing doesn't go away when you're sick. IJS.

Erin: Hee. I remember trying to check out stuff from the Adult section (not like XXXAdult, just not from the Kids section) and the librarian refused to do it -- I was 7 or so. My mom was all "WTF? She can check out whatever the hell she wants!"

She got my kiddo book limit upped to - there was a 3 book max if you were a certain age, and Mom was all "We live in the country. She will be done with 3 books in 2 hours. Do you see the grocery sack I brought? Please, give her as many as she wants."

Bless my mom and dad. Daddy also defended my book rights. One day in 6th grade -- after I was done with my schoolwork, I might add -- my teacher "caught" me reading a book. It was -- gasp!- a Silhouette Desire. Remember, with the flaming red COVERS OF SIN?

She marched me down to the principal's office, and called my parents. Innappropriate, unsuitable, porn OMFG in the classroom!

Daddy was home sick, which happened like once every 5 years. Heh. He came down like the logical wrath of god on her head. "Was she done with her work?"

"Er..yes. But this book is just --"

"Are you telling me what I should or should not allow my child to read?"

"Um, well, but in the classroom, this..."

"WE are the ones who make the decisions regarding what Erin is capable of reading. WE have discussed material in books with her. WE decide what she can or cannot read. And WE have decided she is capable of reading this book."

Bless him, I think he would have done the same thing if I had been reading "A Child's Guide to Porn -- Find Out How!" He was pissed.

I got home, and he looked at the book in question ("The Cowboy Zillionaire's Secret Baby Mama Virgin Bride" or some such), snorted, and lumbered over to the bookshelf, picked out the bodice-ripper with the most lurid, pornoriffic cover, and told me to take that book to school tomorrow.

There are reasons I adore my father.

Hil: The Sexual Politics of Meat is actually about how consumption of meat is linked to oppression of women.

Zenkitty: Hmpf. She'll take my steak and bacon when she pries it out of my cold dead delicate feminine hands. The only use I have for Lean Cuisine is to feed it to pigs to make pork out of it.