Ack! Cyndy's gave me food poisoning once. Granted, it was back before the invention of electricity, but still, I have a visceral abhorrence of it.

Ah, but you're the one who made me aware of it...so a thousand thank-you's to you and to w7ngmann. It's made Slog comments take a drastic turn for the more-literate and less-assholish.

Ha, I found it! I use ground turkey or chicken instead of the beef.
http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1626,158166-253197,00.html

Boy, right in the middle of this, you hit on a statement that ought to be in foot-high flashing neon letters: Don't change your rules in the middle of something. "But...but...I was at a conference out of town and didn't have time to get ahold of you to get your approval first..."

That's certainly one type of open relationship. There are others, though, where there is not a primary and a secondary. Every partnership/grouping is unique.

Good quality bedding is a luxury worth the money, far much more so than fancy clothing or jewelry or such nonsense. You spend a third of your day (or half, if you're a slug like me) in bed. It should be as comfortable as you can possibly make it. Quality sheets are well worth the fractions of a penny per day they work out to over the length of their life.

I've actually seen DADT work in an "open" relationship, but usually, it was because the relationship itself was rocky enough that the partners simply no longer gave a shit what the other was doing, so long as they weren't bothered.

As the saying goes, the worst thing you can do is "relationship broken - add more people!"

Interesting you'd put it that way. I teared up a little bit at that movie, too, but the scene that got me was the last one with Salim, in the bathtub with all the money, waiting to die. His one moment of true nobility.

Quality items last longer. They generate less waste, less manufacturing by-products, etc. Planned obsolescence is obsolete!

Thankfully, not all men are my stepfather. But it did take until I was in my 20s before I was comfortable hugging people or being hugged...