I can hide, and my husband's just terrible at finding me. I do like to jump out from behind doors and scare him.

I'm done with the whole idea of having my own children. It doesn't seem like any fun.

Guys are kind of retarded until they're about 30.

I pride myself on being kind.

Of course, of course I'm grateful. How can I not be grateful? I have been afforded such a wonderful life.

People make mistakes - they say things they shouldn't have or didn't necessarily mean. But I strongly believe in consequences. If there are none, someone might feel like they've gotten away with something, or that what they said couldn't have been that bad.

My good friends are Mormon, some of the best people I know.