Oh man I am dealing with this now. Thankfully we got rid of it before the seven egg sacs one of the spiders laid in the tree ALSO hatched.
Every tree is uglier than the last. That's what happens when you decorate with an ugly soul, lady Pence.
Yesterday my husband, whom I love, told me that our son had peed all over the toilet before his bath. Which my husband gave him, and which consisted of my husband sitting next to him while he played for 20 minutes before washing his hair. Guaranteed he was on the phone the whole time. So I asked him if he had cleaned…
Oh God this is so horrible. I had preeclampsia with my third child and would definitely have died (as would my child) if I had listened to these nut jobs. Jesus. Intervention is necessary sometimes. It saves lives. This group is responsible for the deaths of any of it's members.
My favorite of all food propaganda posters is this one, because that "don't" in larger font is confusing. Save food? Or STOP saving food?
It’s not going to kill the earth, though. The earth will survive, other forms of life will survive, and at some point the earth will find a balance again. We, however, will not survive. And we’ll be taking a whole bunch of animals ad plants with us.
This movie was about 45 minutes too long. On the plus side, I haven't seen the Diceman in ages and he was lovely.
Sadly, none of it matters. The lying, the behavior, the partisanship. The Republicans will vote him in and then we’ll be stuck with him, and Trump will get Gamble v United States and whatever else helps him evade capture and make more money for himself. What a nightmare.
I've said this before, but I want that too, only with the addition of nurses who are paid to act as if they have no idea who he is and everyone has forgotten he ever existed, let alone once held the highest office in the land. “Trump? Never heard of you. You were president? Of what? Now roll over.” His greatest fear…
What about now, you serial rapist? What about now, you fucking drug-slipping, body-grinding, penis-shoving, gangbanging serial rapist? What will you have to say for yourself, under oath, now?
As a kid, I hated “maybe.” But as a parent, I am the Queen of Maybe. Also “We’ll See,” “I’m Not Sure,” “Perhaps,” and “Ask Me Later.” I have many realms in my empire. And all of them are designed to put off any decision until my child forgets about the ridiculous thing he or she wants to buy that we either cannot…