My children are allowed to curse. There are a few ground rules, but they're allowed. They so rarely do it because we don't consider them "bad words" and they have great vocabularies. At least the little girl used it properly and in the correct context. I think what she said well suited the reason she felt the…

You see, when I watched it, she instantly became my favorite kid of all time. She brought some reality to this whole bullshit internet craze, and her intonation and timing were both pitch perfect. I couldn't stop laughing.

It was not ice water it was just a bucket of tepid water and it is not cruel seeing as she asked for it to happen.

Wow, then you would HATE me. I've let more than a few f-bombs fly in front of my kids, usually in the car (lots of drivers texting in my neck of the woods). It happens. And kids will ALWAYS repeat the one thing you don't want them to. And it is funny. Even though we probably shouldn't laugh, like, right in front…

I'm glad she was insincere. If you're old enough to have ice water dumped on your head, you're old enough to let a curse word or two slip out when it happens.

She apologized like a Republican #sorrynotsorry.

Mark, she's clearly saying fuckin' hell. You need to let this fuck your mouth thing go.

I am so glad that you are on this beat so that we can get breaking updates! Fookin' HELL!

It was bad when white people left the big cities. Now it's bad that white people are coming back.

Nobody should ever move anywhere ever.

They're silent while nesting and growing their numbers??? Give me a minute while I try to get over that nightmare, and convince myself that there are no silent wasps living in my walls, multiplying and biding their time...

I was thinking just burn down the neighborhood and then salt the land but your solution is more thorough. I think we should go with your idea.

The only time in my life I legit fainted was when I called an exterminator to my house to investigate a tiny hole in the siding where I had seen a few wasps flying in and out. I stood outside beneath the wee hole while the dude climbed up a ladder and poked around a bit, shined a light in the hole, etc. He came down…

After seeing what it did to the bed—-I don't care what the history is or that it is a precious sentimental heirloom from Granny....I would not be saving that blanket. Burn it. And the room. And the house. Hell...just evacuate everyone and nuke the neighborhood. Then put a dome up over the encompassing metro area that…

I do not crochet but have had family (and a friend) that did/does. And my first thought was also, nooooo, the blanket.
Also, the next time said friend goes through a crocheting phase (cuz that's how it works with her) I will be certain to refer to her as my friend, the hooker.

Burn the house down. Immediately. It's the only way to be sure.

Is it wrong that my first worry, even as someone with an anaphylactic bee sting allergy, was the possible loss of that crocheted blanket?

As the owner of a small condo, it's my dream to own a house with extra rooms that I don't even walk into for three solid months.