I always mix up Stockard Channing and Channing Tatum.

While playing a coworker in chess, I decided to trash-talk him by taunting, "You're falling RIGHT into my trap, like a spider in a web." He did not seem threatened. (Also: I lost.)

Tonight, I told my friend earnestly not to put all his fish in one basket.

Today I mixed up John Lennon and John Denver. Come on! They both have shaggy hair and circle hippie glasses.

I got really confused when my guy-crazy cousin was going on and on about how cute Jessie Metcalfe was until I realized she wasn't talking about Laurie Metcalf. I'll still take an episode of Roseanne over Desperate Housewives.

Once I was out at dinner with my friend, and I told her if something didn't go right, I was going to get so mad, teapots would come out of my ears.

The other night at dinner, my boyfriend started talking about the movie "Shanghai Noon," and I exclaimed, "I love that Chris Tucker!"