Oh, oh, oh. Let me count the ways I've been all over that box o' shit giving/taking. I used to be too timid. Then I was too blunt. Then I was waaaayyyy too vulnerable (oh, panic attacks and ulcers aren't standard conditions for a 20-something?). Now I work with people that aren't nearly as…

And that pump looks so antiquated!

This. I've only worked for places with less than 50 employees.

I work in a historic building that cannot be remodeled. As a nursing mom, I personally would recognize that that is the best you can do in the space available. A lock, an outlet, a chair, and a fridge are all you need.

Can I work there?

Pittsburgh/Western PA.

This is everything.

I just said pink and no smell. Not a flower kind of girl, so I think it was $300 tops on flowers.

The "traditional" meets alt meets Irish Catholic drinking that is on par with prep-as-hell.

Okay, I used to live in this county way back when.

THIS.

All the points for a scrimshaw reference.

Baby Bourbon is 2 months but there is no way in hell I would a.) have him in the pit at any concert b.) bring him to a concert without earmuffs. Those are two pretty high risks to take. Especially when it's fucking Brad Paisley. Cheese and crackers!

I absolutely loved how I looked pregnant. I kind of miss it. Baby Bourbon has given me some major boobs and arm tone postpartum, but that's about it. Oh and a lovely scar since he decided to be difficult when entering the world.

Oh, I have a tie!

Yeah. That's it's own kind of hell.

I never really liked their preppy clothes much, but I did like their bathing suits years ago. I knew 6 years ago that their sizes were bullshit when an extra small was too big. I'm not *that* tiny.

Y'all. I cannot express how happy these grading system make me.

Way to go, Deval! I love living in a state that works to help its citizens versus wasting time on idiocy and screwing over citizens (side eye to you former homes TN, GA, SC...).