CozmoLizard
Cozmo Lizard
CozmoLizard

I had one of those too! In fact, I found that one, the barn, the wooden dog and the wooden train on eBay and bought them for my two little kids. They fucking love it. I was especially proud that the carried on the tradition of the letting the dog with the spiked collar drive the car.

My 2.5 year old daughter's favorite toy is whatever her older brothers are playing with. Oh and a toy replica wooden Norman sword Boy 1 got from the British Museum. She swings that thing around like Boudicca.

My parents still love to tell stories about how they would take my sister & I to the zoo, or to Niagara Falls, or wherever, and instead of looking at the sights, we were more interested in chasing/feeding pigeons D:

Same with cats. No matter what toys you buy them they always gravitate to household ephemera. And the world's best scratching post won't save your couch.

Everyone who has worked in a restaurant knows Easter Sunday is hell on earth... it's lunch, it's Sunday, it's all day long, nobody's drinking (except the staff). It is one of the worst shifts of the entire year for a restaurant employee. I worked at a Houston's in Atlanta a (long) while back and we had a special

As it should be.

It's been 10 years since I waited tables & I'm a banker. The EXACT same thing happens to me! Any semblance of stress in my professional manifests itself into dreams where the entire restaurant is my section, everyone's food is cold and mad, my sections are in 2 different parts of a building and I am running back and

Re: In The Weeds

I don't think people from any other profession—besides people working in an ER or a continuous war-zone—can understand this feeling. I've worked several types of jobs, and even at its most stressful, an office or retail emergency is nothing compared to the feeling of having 30 people at once rightfully

Farts can be funny.

This might be my favorite Behind Closed Ovens (Behind Dutch Ovens) ever. A well-timed fart is the best weapon! I hope the family from the third story still gets fart flashbacks sometimes.

Crop dusting is the most Christian revenge. You should always turn the other cheeks.

That is my husband's entire fucking family. They lead with how much weight they've lost, make fun of fat strangers, etc. It is so toxic.

I find that the style/cut of the bra has a big effect on how it fits throughout the day, esp re: this whole "shoving your armpit-area flesh into the cups" idea, with which I am not down. I tend to prefer balconette-type bras where the cups have a low-ish cut and are more wide-set and straight across, as opposed to the

If I may: I am a woman in my 40's and discovered in my early 20's that I wasn't interested in having children. I figured that this feeling would change as I got older, but it didn't. Just as in your experience, people would tell me that I would change my mind, that I might regret not having kids, that there was a

Agreed. That's just about the most dismissive thing I've ever heard.

They once referred to him as our new "hobby."

Sometimes they don't even stop when their eyes finally close... :)

You should have put googly-eyes on the index/middle fingers, too, a la Cookie Monster.

The Wolf of Wall Street validated so many finance douchebags. Every dudebro that I know who is obsessed with getting rich loved that disgusting movie for all the wrong reasons. Cocaine! Money! Sluts!

Dude is 57. Way too old to have that many buttons undone in the Post article picture. Also way to old to be grabbing women's asses. Like 57 years too old.