Your opinion is valuable, your advice even more precious. So, save it. Keep it for yourself. Odds are, you need it more than I do. So, please don't give that sh*t away, certainly not without even being asked, lest you be perceived as promiscuous.
I'm not cut out for pain, suffering, nuisance -- really anything that might damper glee or merriment. This is why, when I recently discovered I had a kidney stone by virtue of excruciating pain. Nay, it hurt like f**king hell.
Ladies-should-do-and-know lists just feel like another way to keep score against one another, one of those false boosts to our confidence (or weirdly devastating moments of existential crisis) that can only happen on the Internet.
I'm hoping to wake up tomorrow in a new world. Yep, my fantasy world, where chocolate and ice cream are calorie-free, same goes for pasta, which in my make believe world will be extremely high in protein, just like coffee with half and half and brown sugar.
The less frustrated and disappointed we feel, the less likely it is that our attempts to create shared emotional closeness will be experienced as criticism by our partner, and consequently, the less likely it will be that they will respond defensively to us.
You love your Mom... and you find her alternatively infuriating and embarrassing, irreplaceable and overly dramatic, irksome and endearing. As far as I know, Hallmark hasn't yet created a line of cards expressing familial disharmony.
It is the opinion of this office the cause of death was this myocardial void along with the aforementioned complications from various acute traumas. In other words, the victim was probably dead for a long time, just didn't know it.
We all have our secret hopes and dreams, and I wouldn't be surprised if many of us share the same dream -- to be screamed at from Patti LuPone on a Broadway stage. Don't worry. You, too, can be as obnoxious as that audience member.