Surge and Funyuns pretty well sum up my freshman year of college. And I still miss Surge, sometimes. Funyuns can burn in hell, though.

my husband showed up with a sack of those one day, announcing "I've got lunch!" Ugh. Just... no words, really. Every now and again, when we drive past a Burger King, one of us will say "remember when they sold tacos?" and we'll both shudder.

I do, I DO want a David Foster Wallace essay on Tyra!

Eat! If at all possible, before you go to the hospital, eat food! My contractions started at 12:30 AM, I headed to the hospital about 4 hours after that, my boy popped out at 4:30 PM, and, by the time I was released to my hospital room, it was after 6 PM and the hospital kitchens were closed. I hadn't eaten anything…

Oh, that's too funny. And sad. And also something that I can see my kiddo doing in the same situation.

My not-quite-2-year-old son just saw a picture of Alec Baldwin in a magazine the other day and said "daddy!" I had never noted any resemblance between the two until I saw the photo that accompanies this Dirt Bag. My husband is blondish and at least 15 years younger than Mr. Baldwin... does this mean that we're getting…