That’s a lot of cubs for one bear. Makes me think she’s the fun forest babysitter that takes you and the other kids to the splash park for the whole day, plus ice cream after. Not the babysitter that tells you to play Hide and Seek and then never comes to find you. I hid in that box for two hours.

Do they know for sure it was In-Vitro or did she get knocked up by the her ex?

No one wants your old gross balls.

Hah! My mother and I used to swap true crime novels back in my late teens and early twenties, books which she would always call “Kill-your-family” books. It’s great that now a 600 page book is now widdled down to a 30-60 minute long episode. But now I find myself googling the victims name within the first 10 minutes…

That video should be playing in every pediatric and doctor’s office waiting room. FEEL BAD PEOPLE.

I don’t think it’s dementia. She may have been expecting other IHOP patrons to rise up with her and run these gosh darn no good Spaniards out of America. Except she came off as one of my rambling middle aged relatives on facebook, all caps lock and run-on sentences in verbal form.

The Secretary Spread is all too real. I’ve been trying to fight it off with bootcamps and Brazilian butt lift classes.

Oh god, I’m so sorry. I dealt with cystic acne through my teens. Did it clear up after you had the baby?

That’s just sad. It’s not like she’s in a situation where she would be destitute without him which sadly keep a lot of women in bad relationships.

31 here. Last Christmas my aunt had cornered me after dinner with all the typical reproductive questions. She’s becoming more brazen with the questions with each passing year, no longer beating around the bush. After I explained I’m in no rush to have kids, she tells me I’m at a higher risk of developing ovarian…