Yeah to me the rind is appallingly bitter and gross. 

I mean it’s not like they’re specifically called “private parts” or anything. (eyeroll, sarcasm, brain aneurysm from sheer hatred, etc.)

I started making myself do it whenever my Fitbit would buzz. That way I don't get stuck reading for 6 hours without moving. 😆

I find following her tumblr more useful than the app. Plus I love seeing the pictures of other people's homes/ organization solutions. Breaking tasks into small chunks with a time limit was just really helpful to me.

https://www.facebook.com/BeautyIsInside/

My friend posted it to her feminist meme page and there’s been a huge influx of angry dudes screaming they’re boycotting Gillette now. 

Right? I’m stuffing those fries in my face before I even pull out of the drive-thru. If they’re not burning my fingers when I stick them in the bag, they’re no good.

Ironic, that Obama was the President you could actually grab a beer with.

I have an etiquette book that says an invitation to dinner at the White House should only be declined in the event that you are attending your own funeral that day. Can you imagine showing up and seeing a giant platter of ice-cold Burger King?

I love organization, but I’m not very good at it. I find Unfuck Your Habitat is a lot more realistic cleaning advice. 

My in-laws all grew up Mormon and there was an entire room in their house devoted to canned goods and shelf-stable foods.

This would either:

I honestly just want to check into a hotel for the next week and be alone. And here I sit at 1:45 in the morning because the teenager ate something stupid and his blood sugar is through the roof. 

We already have an IEP meeting with the school on Monday. I'm not sure if he'll be able to make it, but I can certainly bring it up. 

If it turns out he needs surgery, I think we’re going to have to see if our insurance will cover a part time nurse or health aide or something. 

We were planning to uber to his appointment Monday but someone’s already insisted on driving us haha

His parents sent us an Amazon gift card to order food, and we do have several friends offering rides. I think we’ll make it through until I can drive in two weeks.

Well my surgical recovery was chugging along nicely, but uhh... yesterday Mr. Bells went to pick up our son for a doctor’s appointment, slipped on the concrete steps in front of the school, tumbled down and broke his freaking shoulder.

We ordered “mock duck” from a restaurant once. It was delicious, so we googled what it was.