Ha. It’s not like a thing that I do just myself. I’m in a class and we are working on some choreography. I also do musical theatre in the living room. But tap is on a sheet of plywood in the basement to save my floors.

This honestly wouldn’t bother me if I had a tv in a bedroom. I just need bedrooms.

Dude, I’m going to have six small children in my house for Christmas. I need the cavernous space to avoid going crazy with wrapping paper in the morning! I agree with the sight lines, but for me it’s not about babies anymore. My kids are usually in the backyard or their play room waaaaay down the hall where I can’t…

Yes, I feel like some of us are talking about two different things. I would absolutely not want to live in a loft. But I have a whole separate downstairs to work with. My husband can toddle off down there if my music is bothering him (this definitely happens). In my case it’s sort of open kitchen entertaining vs.…

I’ve honestly never had anyone care about the dishes in a sink at a party. :P But since we got the open plan I actually get to BE at the party. I was always tucked away in a tiny kitchen before. Now I cook and chat. I guess I don’t really care about the mess that gets created. I deal with that when everyone is gone.…

This confuses me as most open floor places still have bedrooms and offices and such. My main area is open floor, but there are four bedrooms, a play room, a huge rec room, and a den besides. I guess if my entire house was in one space it would be a problem. But surely there’d at least be bedrooms?

I have one and I love it. Previously I had all separate rooms and it made me feel claustrophobic. That and I couldn’t see my toddlers when I was cooking. Now I have one big open space. We can seat two dozen people for a party if we want. I can practice my entire jazz dance in the open space. The one thing that is…

Hmm. Well I couldn’t afford birth control when I was a student but fortunately it was free at the youth clinic.

Nature had solved that problem for me by freezing the standing water. :D

It filled me with glee.

I will continue to perform the civic duty of crushing every mosquito I come across into smithereens. Thinking of adding a flame thrower to my arsenal. DIE, MOZZIE SCUM.

I’m trying to imagine going to my dance classes and hydrating with wine. It sounds both awful and awesome.

Yeah, my dad tried this and all he has to show for it is a heart attack and type 2 diabetes at 58.

It’s the same no matter the age. Technically adults shouldn’t wear puffy coats with seatbelts.

The sad thing is I was on Facebook doing a little check in with my morning tea, and this didn’t even come up. Happens so much that we don’t even fully acknowledge it anymore.

She’s like a wee bunny.

Not unless you walk as fast as a car drives. :P It’s the sudden stopping from a higher speed that causes the problem.

My husband will kill me for admitting this even to strangers on the Internet, but one time he had our oldest out for shopping when she was six months old. He undid her buckles to fix a clothing thing and I guess he just blanked on re-buckling. There were all these blankets on her for winter and she was in a bucket…

I’m pleased with my Canadian self because I was all “I know that place”. My husband drives through there for work.

They can compress in an accident, leaving loose straps for babies to slip out. It’s the most irritating car seat thing when you live with six months of winter, but I always abide by it.