Those are the funniest party favors I’ve ever heard of! You’re a genius!

The day we didn’t have to eat those imposter Hydrox was a day of pure joy. Except my father refused to allow us to buy them for some period of time because in his mind it was so synonymous with lard that he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the change. 

Dentist here-find a dentist that makes you as comfortable as possible. We’re used to patients who are scared and it’s totally ok and normal! 

I’ve always been pro-choice and my daughter was conceived through ivf, is wonderful, etc etc but holy hell, going through all that to get pregnant and then the physical trauma of being pregnant made me as radically pro-choice as possible. 

**RECORD SCRATCH**

Ugly pants aside,  between the sunglasses at night and that she’s actually wearing a coat instead of weirdly draping it across her shoulders, are we sure this isn’t her body double?

I literally do not understand how you can spend so much money and it cannot fit. Does he not know tailoring exists?

My “anything can happen” is more of a miserable foreboding feeling now instead of a free-spirited feeling.

Tell them you sit and watch the Yule Log for 25 hours straight.  It’ll confuse the hell out of anyone and they’ll just stop the conversation dead.

I ate a not inconsequential amount of raw cookie dough while pregnant.  I kept forgetting about the raw egg and then just being too happy to stop.  

Fucking oat milk is making me have an irrational hatred of fake milks. Oatley’s podcast commercials have gotten under my skin in an insane way and now I just want to be Charlize Theron in Snow White and the Huntsman bathing in milk out of spite.

Gritty is a national treasure. 

Well now I’m going to go down this Twitter hole for the rest of my day.

I’m sorry you’re going through a tough time. I think as an outsider, it’s hard to differentiate between parents who are doing this for their own need vs their child’s needs. There’s an article in the Atlantic about parents coming to kids schools for lunch time and physically feeding their capable children—this seems…

Our pediatricians office has been sending out regular reminders to get your kid the flu shot and has had multiple weekend flu clinics. I went Saturday with my 2 year old, in and out in 10 minutes. She cried for a minute, I gave her a sticker and it was over. Later she told me the medicine was ‘a little ouchy’.

It certainly flow from the top.

I am infuriated by the everyone’s opinions matter, everyone is entitled to their opinion nonsense. Why is someone’s knowledge from their Facebook friend’s mother’s cousin the same as my medical degree? Why is listening to people who have devoted their lives to a specific topic, a bad thing?

Despite the fact there is literally no real news until at least 8pm tonight, I keep refreshing everything as if I’m going to magically feel less filled with puke-anxiety. Spoiler alert: it’s not  working.

This feels ok. Like the people who get married at the start. I think it’s bananas since there was nothing similar to me to race day vs wedding day, but if it’s YOUR couple thing, you do you. 

Voted in Philly this morning (very blue neighborhood), at 720 there was a half hour line.  My 2 year old screaming “I want to vote” entertained the line.