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I wore a diaper on the airplane ride home from my honeymoon. Yup. You read that right. An adult diaper on the 8-hour, trans-Atlantic flight from Rome to Minneapolis with a Christmas day stop in Chicago. I was in seat 5B snuggled in between my newly minted husband and my dad. This, my friends, is what romantic dreams are made of. We had arrived in Rome eleven days earlier. Wearing my first ever outfit from Lululemon because until this point, I had been way too cheap to fork over more than ...

If this column is being read by Apple CEO Tim Cook, known to a certain ubiquitous Twitter user as Tim Apple, it means two things: He has way too much time on his hands. He should acknowledge that I am a genius. I attained this lofty status after I bought a new iMac and enlisted the services of Yash Sharma, who works in a nearby Apple store. I went there because my previous iMac was 10 years old, slower than atortoise with a broken leg and the technological equivalent of me: a geezer. ...