I prayed basically those same prayers, but the evangelical kind. It didn’t take me that long to know that I was not heard and there was no god to save me.

Oh, SAME. Learning to be less ridged may take me a lifetime, but it’s work worth doing. Take super good care of yourself :) You’re entirely worth it!

This is beautiful and painful and true.

Wow, you’re a real dickhead!

(Raises hand)

I’ll be the person who cheers you on in that fight, but like... behind you.

Christmas crap is out at our Hallmark store RIGHT NOW. Like full-on window displays. I’m about to go to war on Christmas for reals now. It’s not even Fall yet OH MY GOD.

Religion kills?

I would like poutine flavored binkies.

She was so excited to take her first plane ride to see her aunt that she didn’t realize we didn’t have binkies with us. The big distraction of fun trip helped a lot. She asked for them once in Portland and I said I hadn’t seen them, but I bet your aunt would love to snuggle you for bedtime and read you a story.…

At three her favorite baby doll got lost at Ikea. We called and no one had turned her in, so we went the postcard route again and it worked. That doll has been living in the San Diego Ikea children’s section for 5 years now.

Aw, thanks! I was impressed with her for listening to what the binkies wanted for themselves and, though feeling sad to lose them, chose to let them be free. I got pretty wrapped up in this explanation clearly. ;)

It worked out just fine for us.

My barbies had affairs with Ken when my brother took the GI Joes to war. When Mr. Barbie came back from war and caught Barbie with Ken it got real serious.

My daughter was 2 and during a flight to Portland her binkies took another flight, to Montreal, to visit binkie relatives. When we got home she discovered a postcard from them saying they loved Canada and they wanted to stay. She agreed to it.

Like a preacher healing the masses. “AND I SAY, ENGLISH! MAY THE ENGLISH FLOW THROUGH YOUR SOUL!” and I say, amen.

I would watch the shit out of her show!

standing ovation!

Oh god, that was the one that killed me every time. I don’t miss being a barista when I remember beast customer like those.

I did the same with my son and it worked. I mean, it still hurt terribly, but the waves visualization helped keep me focused on the moment.