Wow, that’s much more involved than I thought a volunteer clinic escort would be. Thank you for your dedication.

I set up an email account for my kid when he was roughly a year old.... But it’s not as though we are sending things from it on my son’s behalf. Twitter is meant to be active.

Bittersweet with the job stuff, huh? I left a job by my own volition to do something else I’d wanted to for a long time. But holy shit did I cry so much my last day!

That is amazing for your landlord to help you out that way!

My sample size of one child leads me to believe it gets better! My little turkey butt didn’t reliably sleep through the night until about 16 months. We had a helluva time making the transfer from our arms to the crib once he was asleep as well. But now, even the dog barking at nothing in the middle of the night…

Zactly! I got lazy and over-confident regarding my pills after I was home. Oh, that was a huuuuge mistake!

Stay on schedule with your pain meds! Don’t waste your money on those scar strips. Stay on schedule with your pain meds! Don’t wear underwear with seams up the middle. I have a large collection of boy short-style drawers and I think the seams resting over the scar caused it to heal weird (though the whole thing is a…

It's an odd juxtaposition of emotions. I dream of my kid getting to age 8 or so where he'd be able to carry on a logical conversation, still be okay with acting goofy, yet not be a hormonal minefield. But pretty much anytime I look at baby pictures of him, I get all choked up and weepy. It's weird.

Had to go check my state’s plates. There’s one that says “Choose Life” so guessing that’s kind of the opposite of what we’d want. Never mind the fact that my husband would not agree to a specialized plate anyway...

They never really closed. Everyone was forced on the floor by the robbers (including the very pregnant woman). Once the robbers left, everyone got up (waitresses helped the pregnant lady) and they just kept going. Every WH encountered on the overnight shift was like that.

I'm thinking asshole and drunk. And maybe full moon.

I used to work for an alarm/surveillance company. Waffle House was one of their accounts. I had to process an incident report following an actual armed robbery at a WH location. The police were there by the time I was trying to speak to an employee over the phone to get more information for the incident report I had…

Yes, metallic! I was trying to describe the taste other than “canned” which wasn't very helpful.

I suppose it depends on how quickly you feel the need to vacate the confined space you've scented with flatulence.

Seems like there should be a pic but don’t see one 😕

Bravo! I had such high hopes that I’d make a totally from scratch pumpkin pie this year but didn't accomplish it at all. Yours looks perfect!

Think I’ll be in your situation tomorrow but slightly less severe. Feel better!

I feel a cold coming on, boo! But thankful that I’m not pregnant so I can actually take meds to make me less miserable.

So my toddler is running around with a slice of bread that he keeps shoving in my face and saying “You want bread?” The smell of it as I read this article and comments kinda makes me want to hurl.

I’d wondered if I could make something with boob juice but didn’t ponder it too much.