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I use Excel. I started out very basic back in the late 1990s and as I've learned more about personal finance I've added many layers to my spreadsheet. I don't think I could replicate anything like it with software and with Excel I have more flexibility to play around with the numbers.

So ... when are you giving your clinic for the rest of us? Each one teach one, and all that.

I don't like seeing breastfeeding, but I just don't like seeing babies eat in general. I take the following steps when I see people breastfeeding online or in public:

Wow. Facebook is finally emerging from giggling adolescence into reluctant adulthood and acknowledges that female breasts are actually meant for a purpose that is not ogling.

HUGE tracts o' land.

Parenthood has taught me that whenever I have figured something out, or have proclaimed A Truth, I find myself eating those very words for breakfast the next morning. Sometimes, parenthood seems like a walk in the park and while I am basking in that glow, my ass gets handed to me.

Those kids are going to be blown away when they grow up & realize all you do to make a life for your family. I hope the actress who plays you in the Lifetime movie (Scrumtrillescent: 5 Kids, 1 Ray of Hope) is radiant and inspiring.

oh lord do I miss tapping out. I was the queen of tapping out. Dirty diaper? Ohhhh yeah, honey, I'm out, you take this one. Now it's dirty diaper or wipe the other one's ass. I fucking love em, though.

I used to be one of those people that "hated" kids. Now I'm obsessed with trying to decide if I actually want to have one. I think for me it was me working out some need to be independent and counter culture? Not entirely sure, I just know I mellowed out with age and when a baby cries on an airplane I feel sorry…

My sister, according to my mother, was a sweet and wonderful child (I'm oldest) until I left for college and then my mother realized that about half of the shit that was happening in the house was sister's doing and not all me. Sister was just allowing me to fight the fights and she was okay with how I was managing…

Well, my second daughter was just born, so I know of what it is I speak - and yeah, more than twice the stress.

No, come back! I baked ducked shape cookies!

I can't tell if you're duck-trolling or not.

He was quite persistent though! Even after everything smashes back into him, he keeps on smashing.

You're right. According to this article they just abuse sick leave.

SO GOOD.