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LIVE LARGE, Bobby.

Don't forget the Great Defender of Eggman from a few weeks ago!

My god, that photo.

You mean like actual parenting?

I love mine! The kids just picked like, ALL the apples last weekend, and I've been using it to turn those into pies, cobblers, etc. If not for my handy apple peeler-corer-slicer gadget I'd STILL be on the first batch.

My first pregnancy was unexpected and I was taking large doses of Paxil at the time. As soon as I learned I was pregnant I made the brilliant decision to stop the meds cold-turkey and immediately plummeted down into a deep, dark, endless pit of absolute depression. I wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping, wasn't talking,

Joshua Jackson! That's it, thank you — I've been thinking that he looked like another actor since I watched the trailer this morning.

Bumping

I initially read this as "dopey-looking damsels."

Are you certain she's not a cyborg? I think she might be a cyborg.

So he can't tell US-born children apart from undocumented child immigrants?

Huh. When I adjusted my parenting style to allow my daughter lots and lots of choices, her behavior improved dramatically and we had a much happier, more peaceful home.

Seriously. I'd never leave my five-year-old waiting just outside a supermarket. She has a five-year-old brain and five-year-old judgement.

The problem is, bystanders can't always tell which kids have been tragically forgotten, which kids have been fecklessly abandoned and which kids are simply parked for five minutes while mom runs inside the post office.

Furthermore, data from Tennessee show that 60 percent of babies who experience drug withdrawal after birth develop the condition as a result of their mothers' prescription drug use, which isn't criminalized under this law.

Seriously, that was the worst "twist" on any show I've ever watched.

I'd say that number is probably closer to thousands. Perhaps millions, if we include high school athletes.

OMG. You're right. You DO win.

I've had some really bad roommates, including a roomie who only communicated through nasty little notes shoved under my bedroom door and one who only peed in the bathtub because "toilet seats are filled with germs." But the worst by far was The Vegan.

I especially love the witchy-looking broom propped up in the corner!