Living

As we all know, it’s the smallest things that can sometimes become an issue in a relationship. Here's mine: I prefer he sleeps at my place. And it's not because I’m lazy and don’t want to drive the 40 minutes to his house. (Okay, I am a little lazy.) My issue with him has nothing to do with his love for his La-Z-Boy chair (surprisingly extremely comfortable!) and my love for contemporary furniture (These two trains shall never meet.) No, it has to do with his sheets. You know, bed sheets.

What is it about being told to eat your vegetables that bugs people so much?

Congressman Anthony Weiner isn’t the first politician to send inappropriate jpegs to a woman (mercifully he kept his briefs on). But currently he’s one of the more famous examples of the lapse in judgment (not to mention online etiquette). And while he’s tearfully admitted his indiscretion, he’s failed to answer the question most people are wondering: Why?

I’m still traumatized by garage sales from when I was a child and my parents would make us help out with their garage sales. I’d be like, “You can have that for five cents!” And my Dad would be like, “What are you doing? That’s worth at least $2.00!” Plus, the lugging the stuff out and then lugging it back in. It’s no fun to host a garage sale. But, now, it turns out my new favorite pastime on weekends is to hit garage sales. This is because my daughter loves them. So, yes, I’m now one of those people — just driving my daughter around and she’ll suddenly screech, “Stop! A garage sale!” So we’ll stop.

Oh, babies. What won’t we do to have them? And thanks to breakthroughs in fertility treatments more and more women are able to have children in ways never dreamed possible. But with endless possibilities come ethical concerns too. If we can do almost anything to get what we want, where do we draw the line, if at all?