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If I’m by myself, I return it very time. If my three year is with me, she decides she isn’t going to cooperate, and I was unable to find a spot by the cart return? Yeah, I’ll ditch the cart before I risk getting kicked or having her land on her head. No one can be perfect all the time (especially with a kid as

I said in my original post that I already try to do that!

I bet you don’t have kids. Or they are little angels.

Except you won’t catch me doing it again. Maybe because my daughter doesn’t go to sleep at 7? I’m lucky if she’s asleep by 11. :/

You basically said everything I feel, just more eloquently than I would have.

PF Changs will comp the hell out out of some shit. My husband was a manager there for years before he got sick of kowtowing to every abusive idiot who came through the doors demanding free stuff. I’ve actually encountered guests at my restaurant who, after complaining about everything they had already eaten, told me

I hope you showed the cops the bruise he gave you! I hate people who think it’s acceptable to grab your arm like that. I have a surgically implanted rod holding my humerus (upper arm) together, and there is some nerve damage in the area, so even a gentle touch in the wrong spot can be excruciating if someone hits an

Yeah, that’s my take, too. I waited on her (without him)while the were still married, and she seemed pretty “friendly” with the guy (or was it the girl? Can't remember) she was out to dinner with.

I loved this so much I had to read it out loud in my terrible fake accent.

My unsolicited thoughts on the Pinkham thing: Restaurant culture is a very misogonistic, racist beast, and the typical guy that works in the industry sounds exactly like those old posts of his. I’ve heard most of the sentiments expressed in those posts by several people at my job in the last week alone. It’s easy to

Yeah, up until last November, I had gone 15 years in which I only vomited from over drinking, and twice while pregnant. Then my kid started preschool, and I’ve gotten a stomach bug twice in the last six months. Granted I threw up once while my husbands threw up ten times or more, but still. Sucks.

“It’s like a cross between a former party girl crossed with a mommy-blogger crossed with a Breitbart devotee.”

This is a little late, but oh well.

Dude, me too. Meeee toooooo.

I always tell people "One and done," then I walk away. The complications I had with my pregnancy are none of their damn business anyway.

I don't know where you live, but the gay men in the New Orleans gay community don't seem to have an issue with it. Every time I used to go out to the gay bars in the quarter with friends, I ended up with gay guys asking to touch my boobs. Shit, I even had a group I randomly met on the street stop me to talk about my

Yep. My only trip to the principals office in middle school was for turning around and shoving the desk of the girl behind me. Her desk was the last in the row, and I just moved her back far enough to be out of reach of my hair, which she had been yanking on for the entire hour, yet I was the one who got in trouble.

Yeah, I was told by countless people that I should get an agent for my daughter. We live in "Hollywood South", and there is always something being cast locally. It's tempting, because I think she would enjoy it. She is constantly choosing new names and personas for herself, and when she is in character, she won't even

Hello, mirror me!

Yep, my husband just poked me to make me stop twirling. I take a small section, almost always on the left, twirl it so its super smooth and looped, and flick at it so that it makes a noise that drives him crazy when he's trying to sleep. I lose some hair from the pulling, but I'm not pulling out individual hairs. The