When I was 23908523 months pregnant, I couldn't sit at my desk anymore to type. So my boss got me one of them there fancy ergonomic keyboards that would actually separate into halves so I could put one on each side and type away. It was hilarious, but so cool.

I'd vote for "parasitic sack" but, alas, no one's asked me...

Aaaagh nooooo I cannot. "Baby bump" gives me all the rage-feels. Rage! Feels! Together! NoooooOOOOoOooooooOOOooo!

NO NO NO KILL IT WITH FIRE. I already dislike "bump" intensely enough. Let's not make it worse, hmm? It's your belly, if you need to be cute about it. That's about as far as I can go without my gorge rising. "Baby bump" makes it seem like a tumor, and as we all know It's Not A Tumah!

I thank the baby Jeebus that none of the DQ in my area do food. The one in my hometown did, and... no.

Has any part of the chicken ever been referred to as a "steak"? You know, the way you can get tuna steaks and salmon steaks, etc? I don't think so.

I once got to experience a restaurant that had an All-You-Can-Eat Prime Rib special. I don't know exactly how much beef I ate, but 3 good sized slices along with 2 baked potatoes disappeared that night into my gaping maw. It was heaven.

Yes. Yes I can.

I'm an identical twin. Meeting my nephew for the first time was JUST LIKE THIS. Also, they never have that stranger danger phase when aunty looks like mommy. Even wierder, genetically speaking, I could be mom, hence: "Aunty Mommy." Does that make brother cousin and uncle daddy valid??

I don't know if this is your jam, but I am obsessed with Trailer Park Boys. OBSESSED. It's not for everyone, but ... so funny.

She should have seen it coming.

I jumped to conclusions before finishing. I retract my anger at the site.

Can I confess something totally immature and awful!?

My non interest in buff/super toned men has nothing to do with my own body...it has absolutely everything to do with the fact that I already have to deal with my cross fit/body image obsessed sister and her husband who are annoying as hell. It's like they can't talk about anything except for what they ate today, the…

I'm doing ok. My life certainly isn't what I planned, but I have a great guy, 3 great kids that have turned into hardworking adults, and the most loyal friends a woman could ask for. It just trips my trigger when I hear colossal asshats 'splain why all of this is my fault. I have my mom for that, thankyouverymuch.

#NotEveryoneInTheNFL

OK, Stevens of the world, riddle me this... I worked hard and earned a nursing degree. I worked for about 15 years in a job I loved, and then I was blindsided by mental illness. When I became incapacitated, I was earning somewhere in the neighborhood of $35/hour. At this time, I am still unable to work because my…

haha I also have that delusion. I always get soooo excited before a flight, imagining the handsome British man seated beside me named Tom who has a soft spot for rough-around-the-edges Canadian girls... but it's never Tom. It's always Linda, the overweight middle-aged woman who chats incessantly and loses her mind…

I wear a tuxedo when I fly, but only on flights after 6pm.

Looks that way, unfortunately. I don't want to come off as a paranoid feminist, but part of me wonders if autoimmune disease would be in a brighter spotlight if 78% of its sufferers were male instead of female.