They want to really make sure we notice. Or something. I don’t even know anymore.

The news cycle is just too damn fast now. Everyone wants to be “FIRST!!!!!!!!!!11111!!!!!!!” and can’t be arsed to wait around for ACTUAL NON-ALTERNATIVE FACTS.

I feel you, but I also think it is important to stay and SET SHIT ON FIRE when things go pear-shaped. Soon, I hope, these people are going to go too far and push too many of us over the damn line and then we’ll see.

Excellent point! For WeePiglet’s first year of existence, we lived in a townhome where all the exterior stuff was handled by the condo association. Then we bought the house we’re in now, with a yard and stuff. Grass doesn’t mow itself, so we had to work out how that gets done with nobody getting upset about “free…

I read this when Jezebel did a piece on it, and Dunn’s advice is surprisingly solid, even if she herself comes off like a total asshole. Maybe she was exaggerating for the book, maybe she’s really that terrible, but I was kind of shocked that her husband hadn’t run for the hills long before they tried counseling.

WeePiglet is allergic to raw apples and raw carrots. Turns out it’s actually an allergy to birch pollen, which is present in both but is removed via cooking. That could be what’s up with you, too.

Have you been to a doctor to get yourself tested for literally everything? Go see an allergist and a gastroenterologist, for starters. That sounds hellish.

I’ll follow you anywhere, ma’am!

For WeePiglet’s 9th birthday, we said “yes” to everything. Chocolate ice cream for breakfast? Yes. Let’s go to the beach? Yes. Let’s have ice cream for lunch? Yes. Let’s go on the boardwalk rides? Yes. Let’s have more ice cream? Yes.

Claire.

I disagree! “Would someone put a frickin’ bell on him” is something we say in our household pretty much daily. #2 wasn’t perfect, but Mini-Me and the bald Mr Bigglesworth make up for a lot.

As a Cute Deaf Lady who can no longer hear her old alarm clock, this has been a godsend. Highly recommend, five stars, would buy again.

As a Cute Deaf Lady who can no longer hear her old alarm clock, this has been a godsend. Highly recommend, five…

This. In Berlin, the site of Hitler’s bunker is a shitty gravel parking lot with a much-defaced sign marking the spot. It is in NO WAY a memorial and I think that’s how it should be. It’s a marker that something happened here, and that’s it.

I find myself screaming at random times for what appears, on the surface, to be no reason. But there’s a reason, all right. Ugh.

For one of mine, I took all the pins out and the hair stayed up. Early 90s hairspray was a marvel of adhesive engineering.

That sounds SO FUN. I want to get a time machine and go to your anti-prom!

I went to a total of 6 proms in my high school years (various friends from neighboring schools) in the early 90s. I don’t remember ANY OF THEM ever having any kind of issue with what anyone wore or who they brought. It simply wasn’t an issue. Sure, styles were slightly different then, because I see pics of girls…

• Which protein can you make better than anybody else on this earth? Are you willing to share your technique? Brisket, because it goes in the slow-cooker and is immune to fuckery.

This is right on time, because I saw a commercial for the Krazy Kronut Maker yesterday. So now that I can make Krazy Kronuts at home, it’s time for something new to step in. Thanks, Crotilla!

And I’d ask you to LOOK AT THE DATE OF THIS POST and maaaaaaaaybe do a little soul-searching on how things may or may not have changed in the past five years. I am not at all interested in re-opening the discussion on the nature of my friendship group but thank you for your time and why not go outside and enjoy the…