As a former live-in nanny, I found creepy dads to be the exception instead of the rule. In my last role the parents were divorcing and I ended up living w/ the kids and the dad and he mostly just wanted to drink wine and talk about how much he missed his wife after the kids went to bed.

It’s okay you just need to....

It’s true. No matter how much money you have or how beautiful you are, you could still be cheated on and also have lots of insecurities.

And the saddest thing? It didn’t stop her fella from cheating on her... sometimes beautiful people are just like real people.

Don’t feel bad, she has millions of dollars to spend on people who help her look her best all the time. If you have millions of dollars paying people to help you look your best and still not managing it, ok then maybe hire some new people better at their jobs.

Gwen is 46? Like almost 50? Holy moly. I feel uglier than I already felt this morning :( :(

oh GAVIN GAVIN GAVIN. Why must you also be a cliche? I’ve loved you since Glycerine in the rain, man. And you’re a nanny banger like that bro Affleck? DISAPPOINTING.

True, and I also temporarily forgot about the Belgians in the Congo. Gech.

I’ve had all sorts of sleep problems throughout my life. There was a time when I would easily sleep for 20 hours at a time. And nothing would wake me up.

Were they in the middle of dividing your possessions among themselves and surprised that you are not dead?

It’s true - ^{I’m a serious lightweight. I can’t stand painkillers after surgery, and the surgeons complain that I spend too many hours in the recovery room.}

Better get that prostate looked at. It’s great. The Doctor sticks his finger up your ass and everything. I think he’ll use two fingers, if you ask.

I was at my girlfriends apartment during college. She was out at class , and I woke up with a headache. Grabbed a bottle that said Tylenol, popped two, thank you very much, and went home to my place. 42 hours later I work up from my Tylenol PLUS CODEINE nap, without the headache but with serious confusion about what…

I slept nearly 40 hours once, in the throes of a seasonal viral illness. I woke up with two dogs and a cat inches from my face, and the message was clear: Get up, let us out, fill the dishes...or else. I did not ask what the “or else” was, I knew they were just debating which parts of me to devour first.

so so much.

My neighbor was this neighbor. Only we live in a house and the neighbor is about 70, is a retired school-teachera and owns at least 7 cats (not lying, at all). Her blasting “Hello” late on a Saturday night, however, somehow cheered me up on what was an otherwise crap night.

I think Taylor Swift would be a better comparison for that.

Love her. And her voice. And those brows.

“and probably the stereo of your neighbor who’s playing “Hello” on repeat through your wall.”

I love Adele. She'd be a success no matter what. If anything, she's been successful despite being bigger. And how refreshing to hear professional women talk about how hard it is to come back after a baby. Also, I don't read interviews with her often, but from this article, she sounds woman-positive. I mean, she says…