I have a story in my head: Latin 5 must save a classmate who has been taken. Latin 5 does more than march through sanitized Catullus at this institution.

All righty, friends. I PROM-ised (…boooo) to throw us a dance to celebrate making it to our fundraising milestone. Now we just have to pick a date. I really want as many people to come …

I really, really want some boots this fall. I try half-assedly every year to make this happen, but usually give up because it’s just so darn difficult. 

I’m a mid-30s woman living in a state with a full four seasons. I’m hourglassy, with a defined waist and small boobs, and a pretty big caboose.

In honor of my wonderful friend A’s birthday this week, I decided to ask a question that has kept me up nights for almost a decade.

I’m a fifth-grade teacher seeking some inspiration.  

My friend Catherine (36) and her husband Scot (38) have been married for about a year and a half now. It is her first marriage and his third.

 
I’m on a quest to track down a book that my mom read as a teen, but can’t remember the title of and thus has never been able to find again.

I have a problem. A kitty-related problem. I have two adult male cats, neutered, 6 years old.

He put this to Kat, that the pranks of teenagers tended to reveal themselves. She came back with, Occam’s razor. The simplest explanation is the right one!