My feet are cold. Does that mean I have cold feet? Why is it that there are 8 bottles of shampoo lined up on my towel rack inside my shower and yet, when I reach for one, they are all empty? I’m hungry. I’ve never been to Trader Joe’s....

Sigh. After reading Maribeth’s post (http://skirt.com/node/21495) today, my response to her grew into such a loooooooooong one (thereby proving the whole point!) that I decided to ditch what I was gonna write today and use my diatribe ...

Yep, back in my single days, I did the Match.com thang. It was like a shopping cart for cute (and puhlenty of not-so-cute) guys and, hey, what’s not to like about sitting in the depressed comfort of your own home, leisurely scanning row after r...