😂does your husband have a twin? Because our husbands may have been separate at birth...

I am so happy for you and proud of you! I know these first few steps feel incredibly hard but you took them!!! Now you can walk, and run, and fly! I have tears of joy for you this morning!

I wish I had better advice, but I’m sending sympathy. My husband is the king of extroverts, and I am naturally very introverted, so finding our balance was challenging. I think asking for a safe space to meet people is a fair request-it meets his needs for social behavior, and meets your need for a more intimate…

Wow you are amazing. SO amazing. Thank you so much. We’ve talked about the ability to come back in a few years, and the fact that these jobs are crazy rare (there’s only a couple in a company of almost 200K employees), and I’m young to get it (usually men in their 50s vs a 30 something female), but your points were…

Awww, I talked my son into being Harry Potter for storybook day, but could not get him into the robes for Halloween.

Yep-the boys will be seated at the entrance to the culdesac with a table, 5 bowls of candy, snacks, and a selection of Bourbon, tequila, and craft beer.

Hugs for Buster-at least you know he’s safe.

Job thread:

I guess this is SNS? Jezzies, guess who landed a big ass opportunity to move across the country and get a big promotion with a lot of $$$? It’s my dream job, and one I expected to be ten years down the road, and I’ve been jumping up and down squealing “fuckity fuckity fuck” because we LOVE our neighborhood and our…

Believe me, there’s a candy tax for walking the kiddos around. They go to bed, we sit around the fire pit with booze and Heath bars.

Until I landed in my new neighborhood, we went as a nuclear family. Then we met our culdesac family (technically friends, but family is a better word ) and discovered the joys of pulling a red wagon full of ice and booze.

I’ve been counting down for SNS for hours. I have something to say!

I have cat ears to wear while walking the kid around the ‘hood. It’s the girls turn to walk this year, so we will have a cooler full of wine and be tipsy by the time we’re done.

Let’s trade offices? I love mine (big, windows, conference table, the works), but it is fucking freezing 24-7. Right now it’s 61 goddamn degrees in here. Ridiculous.

When Tito Ortiz beat the crap out of Jameson, I remember following that case for a while, horrified and pulling for her to get well. I haven’t thought about her much since, but at the time I remember thinking she seemed like a decent person who had been through some horrible things. *sigh* Guess internalized misogyny…

I am laughing so hard right now. I love celebrity gossip with an undying passion and read it obsessively, but I don’t tell anyone about it unless someone’s trying to think of an actor or actress or who so and so is married to-I’ll pull out the answer+ and then have to explain why I know all that weird shit.

*shudders* gross. Aaaaaand now I remember why I hate dating and like being married.

My husband and I had our first date on a Thursday. It was great-9 years later, still great. Although today I’m so pissed at him I’m considering first dates again. (Not really, but fuck him. And not the fun kind of fuck him. He agreed for me to interview for a HUGE promotion, then when I actually got the job, he’s all…

Delicate flower is the running joke for me. I’m tall, broad shouldered and hipped, cuss like a sailor, work like a dog, and drink like a fish. My husband jokingly calls me a delicate flower at least twice a week.

I live in Forsyth and work in Roswell. Fuck her.