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Donna Fielder: Lexie can’t be dead, she’s just visiting the Bahamas

Christi and I have firmly rejected the idea that Lexie is dead. We texted each other all through the season finale of Grey’s Anatomy on Thursday night with pithy comments about the stupidity of that many overeducated people sitting around a crashed airplane with five matches making four tiny fires that eventually all went out, leaving Mere with one match, which went pfft! when she struck it and died, just like Lexie did.

Donna Fielder: Pleasure, pain part of nail spa

The chair clutched my derriere firmly and then let go as a hammer worked its way up and down my spine.

Donna Fielder: Two days of mishaps turn out OK after all

Considering that on Monday I backed into a new Lexus and on Tuesday Kiefer took a whiz on my office surge protector, it wasn’t such a bad week, I guess.

Donna Fielder: Nothing worse than having a bad hair day

The judge looked sternly over his bench at the woman standing before him.

Donna Fielder: Shoe name change can can lead to big mix-up

I heard from my friend Pam Rainey this week. She had a story to share. It has always been my theory that us girls can get through anything if we stick together.

Donna Fielder: Easter prize an option to usual bellyache

It’s the ultimate prize egg, though I’m not sure that the Easter Bunny has the muscles to lug it to a good hiding place. It’s going to show up way too much for sport in all the usual spots, nestled among the tulips or perched in the elbow of a tree branch.

Donna Fielder: Big bags can come with own baggage

It’s about the circumference of a stop sign but much redder and shiny to boot. A family of four could live comfortably inside with room in a zip compartment for a pet and even a renter or two. It’s my new sexy, fashionable big bag, and I love it.

Donna Fielder: Facebook good when sandman elusive

I had no idea how many of my friends were awake at 3 o’clock in the morning. But today when I was roused by the wet kisses of a dog who thought it was cookie time and I couldn’t go back to sleep, I found myself on Facebook.

Donna Fielder: Toast to justice caps celebration

“Yikes!” Christi yelped and coughed and thumped herself on the chest with her fist. “I think you might have too much alcohol in The Recipe!” My daughter, her friend April and my friend Cheryl were helping me get ready for the book-signing party at my house last Saturday.

Donna Fielder: Cupboard comes clean after plea to neat genes

“You threw away all my food!” The kitchen cupboard fairly sparkled in its cleanliness. And its emptiness. “Why did you throw away all my food?” I asked my daughter as she proudly stood aside for my inspection.

Donna Fielder: Sweet eyes passport to tasty dog treats

And so the Pekingese took best of show at the Westminster Kennel Club dog show on Valentine’s Day. That brought howls from some of my friends, who thought the German shepherd was the obvious choice.

Donna Fielder: Fiendish footwear require exorcism

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Donna Fielder: Nan Nan’s hands offer measure of guidance

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Donna Fielder: Beauty pageant mishaps magnified

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Donna Fielder: Twins by any other name still handful

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Donna Fielder: Friends go cuckoo shopping in Europe

Maybe it was the high altitude. We had only a glass or two of autumn wine for lunch, so alcohol wasn't the problem. Could have been the dark-chicken-parts main dish, I guess, the something-yucky-in-aspic or the cherry brandy in the cake. Donna Fielder