He’ll be crying himself to sleep tonight, on his huge pillow!

For real. I’m 20 weeks and, trust me, I do NOT look like that!

This is so perfect it makes me laugh...and cry.

This is what boggles my mind. It’s literally his job is to make clear statements without the need to issue clarifications to his clarifications.

I messaged my friend who works in PR to confirm that a competent PR person should not need to issue a clarification to his clarification. Getting a clear statement out the first time is literally his job. He’s supposed to clean up messes, not make them.

Agreed. If you read the full NYT article they interview organizers from the past that say the Easter Egg Roll is one of the largest and most difficult events to execute - and a major screw up of it is indicative of how organized the WH is, which in this case is obviously “not very.”

Exactly. Americans maximize their possible vacation time, so most people cannot afford to take an extra day. Losing a day of vacation or work is not worth it for that low of an incentive. And business travelers need to get to their meetings or back to the office. Being bumped a day means they miss out on that possible…

Honestly, when I first saw a glimpse of the story I rolled my eyes and was like “oh great, another overblown story. There’s always more to it.” Then I actually watched the video. Holy crap. I don’t care if that doctor was screaming obscenities at the flight attendants. You do NOT treat people like that. Ever. It’s…

That’s awful. At least these parents have the decency to shy smile and say “hi.” I’ve had brief conversations with most of them and they all come off as awkward and shy as me, so that’s a plus.

My son is almost 3 and has his first “real” birthday party this weekend for one of his daycare friends. I’ve met the parents before and they all seem pretty nice, but I’m still petrified. It is totally like being back in 5th grade, hoping I get picked for the kickball team.

I watched the first couple seasons, but the show really is garbage. It’s actually quite horrifying to watch. These poor kids are berated by Abby and have to watch their moms get into screaming matches and sometimes physical fights with each other. There’s little focus on actual technique - and instead it’s all about…

Exactly. And that’s the problem with competitive dancing. Certain tricks gather more points, so there’s little incentive to train kids to do anything other than those tricks. I grew up dancing and only did competition one year in high school. It was fun to do for one year, but I can’t imagine that being your focus…

Just like we’ve seen with nearly every other policy rollout from this administration, they are rushing it through, making costly mistakes. You know it’s a piece of garbarge when even a significant portion of the GOP doesn’t like it. The appropriate thing to do would be to slow down and do it right - but as you said,…

I saw a number of comments too, where I just thought “okay, you clearly didn’t actually read the article, did you?”

My husband was shocked when I told him I couldn’t even count the number of times I had been groped by men at parties, bars, etc. I assured him that if he asked any of my girl friends they would have similar stories. Sure enough, he asked my sister in law and she confirmed that she, too, had been groped a number of…

Congratulations! That’s wonderful, happy news!

Agreed. My sister and I have nearly a decade age difference because my mother struggled with multiple miscarriages between us. When my husband and I were ready to start trying I was petrified I’d walk a similar road. I did have one miscarriage, but then quickly got pregnant with my first, and now I’m pregnant with #2…

It’s so true how quickly you get attached. I’m solidly pro-choice, but when I miscarried my first pregnancy, it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was a baby to me and my husband, even if it was only six weeks. Luckily, I have a beautiful two-year old now, and I’m pregnant with #2 now. But that anxiety never goes away,…

I felt the same. I laughed, I cried, I sang along, I envied the hell out of that yellow dress. It was a lovely, happy, and a wonderful escape (no pun intended).

Dying! And yes, we call that “Easter” in my Irish family.