Oh man once my husband ate too much pot brownie and I was super high, but he thought he was actually dead. In our bed, staring at the ceiling, telling me he was dead and couldn’t move. I was only mostly sure that couldn’t be true. I’m afraid of edibles now.

Man, I would scratch your dad’s eyes out, but slowly because I am not awake yet. My nighttime meds knock me out within 15 minutes and I wake up so, so slowly. On mornings when I need to be up my husband sits me up in bed with a hot cup of coffee next to me and nicely tells me “you can do it! The coffee is right here!…

I’ve been on a Fargo binge and it’s been fabulous.

That looks glorious.

I hope this list becomes a fuck you checklist, aside from driving (I hate driving!) Wishing you all the meat and alcohol and medium length hair that you can stand!

Elf is the shit. Nothing gets me in the xmas mood like that movie. I cringe every time he eats the gum off the railing.

I am dying over here. That smile! Those cheeks! I bet he has that intoxicating baby smell, too. I don’t want another baby, but damn, I want to hold everyone else’s.

My husband had to have a discectomy a few years back (two bulging discs! such ouch!) and the surgery was not as scary as we thought it would be and the relief was instant and amazing. He is a lazy, people-averse guy so he did not to the recommended physical therapy once he healed. He should have. So if that’s…

We had a really nice day, which I wasn’t expecting after yesterday’s stocking opening WOW addiction post. I left my laptop open with the thread up in a passive aggressive laziness and went to bed, and woke up to coffee and french toast all ready for me and the kids patiently waiting for me to get up to do presents.…

Growing up in So Cal, this is the norm, so welcome to the sadness of warm winter. Living in Nor Cal now, it is as cold as it is in Toronto today- but also sunny.

You should be proud of yourself. You are setting a boundary with people that seem to have made trampling your boundaries a sport. They are unhealthy and they are not your responsibility in the way that they expect you to be. Your job is to love yourself, be gentle with yourself, get some therapy to help you get…

I would totally go to church with you.

LOL Me too! I went to rehab like 3 times before I turned 21. Cocaine I could understand.

I don’t know, but he’s on the spectrum so he wouldn’t go if there was one. He can’t deal with people.

Honestly I think it’s a very fair concern.

I am so proud of you! That shit is hard and you are doing it. I would like some of your rain to come hang out in the Bay Area please.

Can we write competing fetus fiction, where the fetus is totally supportive of being terminated so the host can go on to live an excellent life? OR we could go the Tina route and write Freaky Fetus Fiction.

Shit, I am sorry. I started taking a variety of drugs before church when I was maybe 13 to drown out the sounds of impending hellfire. I would NOT recommend acid though. It’s scary enough as it is.

I’ve been binging on Fargo, so I have so many new and interesting ideas for a creative murder scenario.

That Metafilter thread is my bible now. I cried reading through the whole thing and now I recommend it to every woman I know well enough to offer advice.