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jennywennyatfriendfaceredux
jennywennyatfriendfaceredux

He is so cute! I'm still kind of shattered by the fate that befell him on Boardwalk Empire, which I won't spoil even though that show is the pits and non-watchers are missing nothing. At this point, it's like I'm eating a crappy dinner in a restaurant: I've come this far, I'll just choke down the rest of it.

Ah, I was about to ask if anyone has ever made their own! I assumed it could be done with those ingredients and now I want to try. Questions: did it gunk up what you put it in? (I assume spray bottle.) and did it smell coconutty? I feel that's mandatory. ;)

YES!! I hate. It. And I thought it was just me! Even my husband, who is not sensitive to smells, was like, "Why do you smell like that and how quickly can you not smell like that?"

I've just started a complete Friday Night Lights rewatch on my iPad—which means my husband is either asking why I'm listening to shouty sports radio (Slammin' Sammy!), or if/why I'm crying—and GUH, I almost forgot about the superior hotness of Tim Riggins. (And snickering when he forgets the Texas accent and sounds

I recently took my daughter to a petting zoo and realized the following: Baby goats are the cutest things on the planet. But adult goats are proof that God doesn't exist. Blech.

I'm sure to the rich, a hash is really more like "a conversation of tubers."

You are very wise, and you had me at "butter and cream."

"puréed celeriac mille feuille of trope sweet onions and vitelotte potatoes"

My mom, who didn't know she was pregnant with me until one month before my birth, wanted to name me "Audra." Last minute panic?? My actual name is way too old for me and I've never liked it, but AT LEAST it's not Audra. Plus, my mom has a thick Queens accent and pronounces it "AWWWWWWW-druh," making it more

I haven't, but love it!!

I have a way better service I'd like to make money on: I will accept 250 an hour to wash the camp funk out of clothes when these kids get back. I did it for the kids I nanny for and let me tell you, it takes fucking ages. Finally the formula became a wash in vinegar, a wash in oxyclean, and then a wash in regular

Samantha and all of her rich girl swag is returning??? I loved/hated that bitch.

Disney Jr shows the snowman's song about summer (sorry, I don't know the name) several dozen times per day, and my 2 and a half year old daughter LOVES it. He belts out "SummmmERRRRRRRRR!!!!" at the end and she does the same, arms outstretched. She has never seen Frozen but apparently, this little-girl-swallowing

OMG. Yes times 100.

Have you seen the Lays potato chips commercial where the woman is getting a manicure and can't resist reaching into a bag of Lays? That's what textured nails remind me of. Also, the idea of eating potato chips with wet nails gives me ALL THE BARFS.

A BETTER way to eat Skittles is during the 8th period physics class you pass by the skin of your teeth. Carefully butterfly the bag open so it forms a small sheet of paper, then organize them by color and eat them, one at a time, in order of worst-to-best flavor. Which is, obviously, green-yellow-purple-orange-red.

So I bought this for my daughter for NOTHING??? :(

I didn't realize how churchy Pinterest is until I really started using it. I can't believe anything could be churchIER. Whenever I click a link to a cute craft project, it usually only takes a few seconds to discover the letters LDS.

I thought that was supposed to be Clinton? Either way: SHUT UP, BONO.

Hee, I'm sure some moms would appreciate the levity! Although during the actual pushing I'd either not notice or be thinking "WTF SHUT UP EVERYONE IN THE WORLD IS AN ASSHOLE I HOPE THE SUN EXPLODES" but once the kid was out, I'd probably laugh at your SNP reference.