After seeing The Notebook, I swore that I would never watch another Nicholas Sparks movie ever again. So distraught was I at the end of that film, that my husband was this close to slipping me a valium and putt...

Poor Merci. . . I read her blog this afternoon and nearly died for her. If you didn’t get a chance to read it, you must. You must. The poor woman has been running to and fro so much and was so exhausted, she fell asleep while her “battery oper...

I just told my dog what I read on the front of the MSN page. “Hey, MuShu,” I shouted. “Clay Aiken is gay.” MuShu, at the mention of his name, had come running into the room. He huffed and flopped down on the floor at the conclusion of my a...