MoGlo, did this article beget the shutterstock photo or the other way around?

Yeah, it's a joke. She's not a great comedienne, but this is her style. She loves to joke about the unwashed masses and how ashamed she is about her hometown, which I think is Rockford, IL (Home of the Rockford Peaches!), all in a nasal deadpan.

She's an absurdist comic and is intimating your hashtags.

Ha! I did too, my mind was thinking up all the implications of being called a "cog" as an insult and it was all falling into place until "cow dog." Dumb kids.

Oh Sherri, Jesus may not have an app, but the iBooks store has bibles. Lameass.

2007. If it's been around so long, I'm surprised it's not used in every hospital in the US. Maybe it is?

Yeah, yeah, that's the one. Isn't it scary that it would be necessary? Right before that though, there had been a spate of baby grabs in the national news, so I suppose it was reassuring.

Wow, that's terrifying! When I gave birth, they immediately installed a lowjack system on the baby that was tied into the lowjack they installed on me. She was never taken out of the room without my husband accompanying her. We couldn't have lost her if we wanted to...I mean unless we slipped the thing off her leg and…

I, too, would use this to cart my kid around. It would feel more stable than those little trailer things since she'd be on my level. Although, she already thinks she owns me (the kid is very cat like), so this may just reinforce that idea.

Next year, expect her to state how "Facebook me!" is the new "hey girl, what's your email?"

I agree. I buy their paper towels, kitchen wrap items, and their version of Gladware.

He really is the jewel of any collection. I'm happy for her, he must be the pinnacle of her hopes and dreams. I know he'd be mine. He's just so utterly hot, but so goofy and femme that I wouldn't be burning with desire and could just be his friend.

Oh me me! I am still sitting on a situation where my brother got punished for something I did. I look back on it with a mixture of glee and regret. The older I get, the more regret starts to come first, but then, damn it, the glee kicks in again!

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Agreed! I've started using a skillet to reheat whenever I want crisp pizza.

She should call them "our sons" or "our kids," so it allows for everyone involved. Let's get her on board!

So much in the depths of despair that I may drown myself in the Lake of Shining Waters.

Death by misadventure brought about by inordinate amounts of raspberry cordial.

I pretty much only give diapers, receiving blankets, and other basics as gifts. New babies don't need outfits and besides, that's what grandparents are for.

No because the first one was made nine minutes before you posted.