I think I'll have to let it go once this bottle is done, too. Boo.

Dude, I found a single bottle of that perfume about 10 years ago at a duty-free on the Russia-Estonia border at about 3 in the morning. I am STILL stretching it out.

That's the thing. I try to be aware of when I'm reinforcing that dynamic, because all it does it set up that "incapable man-ha ha" situation, which demeans him as much as me.

Totally. And I love how most of the pictures highlight the most obvious French things like escargot and riding the carousel at the base of the Eiffel Tower. Like lots of people do when they're in Paris. They might be rich, but they're still goofy tourists like the rest of us.

I think that's a big part of it, too. Women often end up in the team captain role, so even if they're not doing the work, they're coordinating it. My husband is awesome at doing his share of housework, but I'd be interested to see what would happen without me organizing everything.

This is it. My husband has a hard time understanding this, but at work, he can address all of his energies to a single task. At home, I might have more "free" time and accomplish less, but every task I do is completed in 10-30 second intervals while I supervise/entertain the baby. That is possibly the most aggravating…

Add to that the whole "Thousands of other people would kill for this job" rhetoric. Employers take advantage of that so that people feel lucky and take more crap in their jobs than they should. As it stands, the teams benefit very directly from having cheerleaders and make them compete for their positions, demean them…

Weird rustling bushes=my dog's enemy number one. (He's currently barking at a tree in the backyard.)

Oh my! This triggers all my bubble-wrap the baby instincts.

I'm pretty sure some people think those exist. How else to explain the poop left in neatly tied bags along our walking route?

Seriously, once he got over his fear of the strange object, my guy would be gone. And I would worry about navigating traffic/other dogs/the millions of other stimuli that make my dog react unpredictably. (Also, it's our bonding time.)

Tell me more about this image while I hyperventilate thinking about it.

And I suspect due to their status as parents, these kids aren't participating in a lot of extra-curriculars, so they'd probably be left out of the yearbook for the most part. This is a way of showing them that they are still an important part of their school's community, which in turn will help them be better parents.…

At lots of schools you can walk without having completed all your credits, as long as you are going to in summer term. This amazes me. I wouldn't want to celebrate with my family and friends something I hadn't yet accomplished. (And you run into a lot of desperate summer students who have to finish.)

P.S. Good luck in your last stretch!

Oh my God! The "you're about to pop" people! They started at month 5 with me (including one of my students, who I wanted to strangled 3 times a week). Guess what? Don't say that kind of thing to someone. Not because they're fragile blossoms, but because no matter how well her pregnancy is going, she's dealing with…

After I got a new number, I got a lot of random calls for different names (clearly this number had belonged to many different people before it was mine), but the very best was a texted picture of a nipple. All by itself, a mystery nipple. So out of context that my friends and I couldn't even determine the gender of…

A well-earned rant! Sounds like a skill-set to me!

You would think that your position requires a very specific skill set! I think the problem with labels like "low-skills" is that they are imposed by people who know very little about the ins and outs of a given position.

I think it was his attempt to commiserate. He's pretty non-appearance focused so it's more innocuous than it sounds.