At one point, she asked if he would consider quitting his job to be a stay-at-home father given how much he wanted a baby. "That just wasn't the plan he had in mind," she said.

Just because we're old doesn't mean that we can't keep learning/growing as individuals.

For example, I just learned that Eminem had a daughter.

Ah, Forxcalibur. Alas, many a man has tried to free that fork from within the enchanted block of parmesan, but all that have gone North to this garden of olives have never been seen again.

My husband hates me because of Laundry Mountain.

The lady in the Olive Garden lake of marinara sauce has to choose you, then you have to pull a pasta fork from a block of extra hard cheese.

I've always wanted to be the King of Olive Garden. Is there a succession plan? Do I need to murder the previous King? Or just wait for him to die of the inevitable heart attack?

Um, he's being a fucking animal, and you should not stand for this.

Best Managers Ever should be the theme of the next BCO.

My husband uses toilet roll to blow his nose. If he has allergies or a cold going on, he will take a roll out of the bathroom to keep in the living room/office/kitchen where he is. Then he will leave it there.

Can we have a round of applause for all of the awesome managers this week? There is nothing more satisfying than a manager that has your back when a customer is being an asshole.

The other day I witnessed a mother grabbing her (13 year old?) son by the front of his shirt and saying "don't you EVER do that again" for being snotty to the cashier at a coffee shop.

I'm reluctant to condone an egging, but it seems justified in this case. My preferred method is coating the windshield with vaseline. It can't be driven until it's cleaned, but what a pain in the ass to try and get it removed. No lasting damage to the vehicle and the look on the cashier's face when you set down a…

Roger Miller's story is why I always overtip for delivery. I get pizza so hot I can't even eat it yet, and the Indian place sends a free dessert every time. Mmmm mango mousse. I don't get why anyone would be shitty to the person who is saving me from having to cook and wash dishes.

I am really very curious about whether the worker who diagnosed the IUD as a pregnancy was doing it in a deliberately misleading way or if it was a diagnostic mistake. Neither would surprise me, but it'd be interesting to know.

I slept through health class and I still know the difference between a piece of plastic and a baby.

Here's the proud papa

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Confession time. I have a huge phobia of becoming pregnant and a slight phobia of pregnant women. The sight of a bump sends mild chills down my spine. So I'm not judging pregnancy, I'm just scared of it. I'm a freak. Also, and I'd never ever admit this outloud: I'm slightly jealous of all the attention and praise that…

I was in shock, BP down to 70/60, my husband holding one ankle, my mother and sister on the other and I screamed at everyone in the room, "I hope you enjoy the show!" And passed out.

I'm normally a very nice person who values politeness and kindness- until this one day. I had just moved from a pedestrian-friendly city to one that required a car, and was still adjusting to car culture when I got really sick and had to go to the doctor. The office was in one of the busiest areas of the city, and I…