And that whatever I like, I like, for whatever reason, and that I can defend it or no, and people can kiss me ass, cause I really don't care.

Yeah, this. I just had to defend my rum choices over the weekend, yet I didn't really care what the other individual thought.

Linky to pics, Erin?

I totally agree with Dr. Lau....

No, I can't even say it in play.

I'm arguing with a colleague who thinks Dr. Laura has a point in saying that divorced parents shouldn't date b/c it's traumatic for their child.

It was only traumatic when my mother dated a guy I had dated. And the dude who'd done prison time.

Beyond that, I was okay.

Here, Barb: [link]

So, a vodka martini is not a martini? So, what is it? I only ask because this was the only kind I was aware of until recently and I prefer it to one made with gin.

Also, what is the definition of a "wet" or "dry" martini?

Oh, and shoot it my way. I can look. (The article.)

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Oh Erin, you look soooooo pretty! And glowingly happy!

Thank you! It was a great day!

Well, for one thing, because we don't personally know the people whose pictures show up on GFY, nor do we mock the book blurbs of people we call friends. There's entertainment value in snobbery, to be sure, but it usually goes down easier when it's not aimed at the people you're talking to.

Thanks, Kate. I was trying to figure out how to say that and you did it for me.

Yes, I tried to get at that point but I think Kate did it better.