MommetCoddler
Mommet Coddler
MommetCoddler

My snark is aimed at the simplistic and condescending way that the picture conveys this information. The whole KONY project has been filled with misleading, outdated information, and has served to do very little beyond fill its own coffers as far as I can tell. Raising awareness is great, but I feel as though this one

In reality I think that they were in the middle of cutting the cake when the photographer demanded a smile for the camera from the worst possible angle. In my imagination the groom just said, "Honey, turn around so all the good people can see the ass that is exclusively mine now!"

Sometimes I put up Craigslist ads to find sex partners. If we end up gaming, that's just a bonus.

The Snowy Day is so good. I love the art and the language and the nostalgia. When my son was about 5 or 6 we melted a snowball in a pan on the stove because he didn't understand where the snowball went and why the boy's pocket was wet. When I read it as a child I would imagine what it would be like to live in a city

That doctor needs to review HIPAA guidelines then.

"Learn the truth"

Great. Another year, another chance to explain to my son that clicking 'like' on something and buying a bracelet will not actually save children's lives.

What is barley punk? Is it some lame, watered-down version of regular punk?

That's why in my ads I'm always clear that I am drug and disease free, but I am open to Dungeons & Dragons. I'll even bring my own d20's.

I just call that "sex."

I was 12, he was 18, and his name was Douglas. Doug. I wrote his name over and over in my journal, and combined my first name and his last.

I hate texting in any context, but it is the reality of the dating world. I suck at it so bad though, partly because I do not have a smart phone and am loath to get one. It's kind of like taking the pill when you're not really dating or having sex with anyone: Handy if you do need it, but an annoying expense when you

When you say "Chicken of Tomorrow" I can't help but think of the Chog from the Chew comic books. It's part chicken and part frog, but it tastes like chicken.

I would like to see a three-way race between Warren, Clinton, and Davis. Can you imagine the debates? So awesome. And then one of them would be the nominee. Even more awesome. I like my fantasy world.

It amazes me that there are actually people who don't talk about getting engaged before they get engaged. Also, if a guy ever tried to give me a diamond engagement ring, it could only be because he hadn't talked to me beforehand. In which case my answer would have to be, "No! You don't even know me!"

That sounds like something my son would have done!

That's cool. Today I learned that my friend who is a disabled vet is worried that she will be unable to pay her bills if the government shutdown continues long enough that her assistance checks are not sent.

My son figured out my bank password by watching my keystrokes over my shoulder. I didn't even know he could do that until he asked me why I was typing his name (which was part of the password) and those numbers (which were the other part). I changed it quickly, but if he hadn't asked so innocently, I might never have

I'm sorry for your ice-creamless pain. If it makes you feel better, I live right across the street from an awesome ice cream shop, but I'm lactose intolerant. #torture

To my knowledge, actual threats are legally actionable in many countries. The problem is that the person is often in another country or jurisdiction, and it can be hard to press charges from across an ocean.