Or, the fetus has died and they won't take it out of you (as I'm sure you've read all about)
Or, the fetus has died and they won't take it out of you (as I'm sure you've read all about)
Yay, abstinence-only sex ed!
I'm not even done yet, but EXCUSE ME DID YOU SAY $1700 A MONTH.
I'm pretty much in that same boat. Not because the kids are awful or anything, but mainly because I didn't want more than two to begin with, and I have two step-sons. I started dating their dad when they were 1 and 3, so I got to experience a lot of the awesome, adorable little kid stuff without having to, you know,…
Isn't that the exact same argument conservative Christians make? I'm not saying I think the men have any right to force you to get an abortion or carry the child to term, but that argument can't go both ways.
Excuse my ignorance, but who is this? (Never mind - I see in comments below that it's Zadie Smith.)
I think zero confidence in your writing is not going to get you anywhere.
Well, I have no idea what this is about.
I'm only a step-mom (a working one at that), and I second the hell out of this.
Haha, yeah, that is the one statement that made me actually guffaw. Send them to bed whenever you want?! You have clearly never had kids.
This is my all-time favorite deadspin comment.
I think you're missing the joke.
Hahahaa, "plus viagra"!
Props to your son!
This is the most sadly accurate comment here. Did I say that right? I mean, of course it's asinine, but it's absolutely what men think. At 33, I'm fast approaching senility, after all.
Hahaha! Exactly. I could've eaten an entire smorgasbord by the time the reception ended.
In New York it's the dessert table. In addition to a wedding cake, there's a giant spread of every kind of dessert you can imagine, and a few you couldn't. (Have you ever had tortufa? OH MY GOD.) They usually feature a giant chocolate fountain as well. I've never seen anyone do that here in AZ, but going back to NY…
My mom's side of the family is Italian Catholic from Brooklyn; my dad's side is Irish Catholic from Brooklyn. I still tell people that I felt like I was in the opening scene in the Godfather during my wedding - all kinds of family members and friends whispered congratulatory sentiments in my ear and slipped me an…
Ha! People vastly underestimate the ravenous hunger that overtakes the bride(s) and groom(s) as the reception starts to dwindle. You realize you've barely touched your meal because everyone's coming up to say congrats, or you're going to tables to thank everyone for being there. The only cake you've actually consumed…
Oh, my. I would love to hear more about this. Who thinks like that?!