I told my mom to get the eff out of my uterus years ago (bonus: she removed herself from my life last year). This has worked well to my advantage.

The actual f?

My ovaries shrivel up every time I visit my friends with kids. I don’t understand how having a messy house, no personal time, and someone screaming at any point in the day is “joy”.

Moms who allow themselves to have an identity beside being “MOM” are the best.

I don’t have kids, but every understanding I have of maternity leave involves no sleep, falling behind on everything, dealing with far too many visitors, and not being able to wipe your ass with toilet paper for a while. I don’t envy anything here.

A star for describing my neighbor’s kid and his friends perfectly.

So, they’re a little like Smashfries, only with more self loathing.

This is much better than my quote.

Since we’re talking about appliances, anyone have experience putting in a tankless water heater for a small condo? (1 bed/1 bath) Pros/cons?

My 10 year old, 25gal water heater might be going in the next few years and I’m budgeting for its replacement.

Ooh, good idea! I have no qualms about parchment.

Yes! One of the best things my older brother taught me to do!

If I saw an obviously cisgenered guy in the ladies room I’d make some crack like “You’ve had a beautiful transition!” just to punch him in the nutfeels.

I’m intrigued by the method (I watch ChefSteps on YouTube), but I can’t get over the idea of cooking food in plastic bags. Seems like bag chemicals get loose and dance into your dinner. Any input on this?

Lol, I spend hours making a lovely roast chicken only to have my friends pour barbecue sauce all over it. They are monsters.

I bet that cake has that nasty whipped cream frosting that comes from a tub. So America.

Damnit, I’m still only on the Goblet of Fire! Spoilers!

(lol, jk I saw the movies and already knew)

Totally unrelated, but I rode the San Diego Trolley from Comic Con’s preview night back a few years ago and it SO MUCH FUN. I’m not a SDCC-goer - I volunteered at the very first Escape the Walking Dead run at Petco Park and public transport was the only way in or out. I get on the very packed trolley to go back to my…

Damnit, beat me to it.

I love this spin.