morechampagneplease
MoreChampagnePlease
morechampagneplease

+1 for no shoes in the apartment! We don't have carpets, but we do have tile that I clean (vacuum and mop) before having most guests, especially big parties, so that I can honestly say, "Hey, floor's just been mopped and is super-clean! Please take off your shoes :)"

Oh, I know! Same problem with my husband initially, way back when we were dating. He was shocked that I washed the handles of silverware and pots, as well as the backs of plates! I did a wash and compare test and had him feel and use the results—it worked! Equally revolutionary for him was to use a little bit of HOT

"...if you offer to clean, most hosts will say no...So don't ask. Just start cleaning."

Ha, that's awesome! Wish my sis could have done that with the crystal bowl she received at her wedding that took place one week before moving overseas. O.o

Exactly. All sorts of diseases and medications can be passed on through breast milk because it's a bodily fluid. You have no knowledge of how it was stored and handled. Also, I know plenty of moms (admittedly, this is in France) who are totally cool with downing a glass or two of champagne and then directly breastfeed

Lol, that's kind of what my response used to be when people would ask me why I didn't wear any (see: somewhat blemished, red, and blotchy skin). At first, I would just say, "...umm...I don't wear any because...I don't?" I didn't really know how to claim my feminist choice to "wear no make up like a man" because I was

Agreed. When I entered my final year of uni, I had been sick of wearing make up for years but still felt like I "had to" because my face sometimes is super-red and blotchy. After realizing that most men don't "have to" do anything about their equally blotchy, red skin, though, I decided that I'd try not wearing makeup

Aw, thanks! :)

Totally me as well, except my angelic period lasted til university when I discovered that politics actually had two sides, haha.

I once babysat for a family whose 2 boys were just like the girl with the curl in the middle of her forehead: when she was good, she was very very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid. Except these kids were, most of the time, just straight up horrid hellions. They would get into knock-down, drag-you-by-the-hair

Seconded. I once babysat the most awesome little girl (one year old for one year), and her mom was the expert at when to give choices. Some things were choices between two things like snacks or outfits, where the outcome was fine either way, and the mom's policy was to simply repeat the choices until her daughter

So true. I still can't believe that I wasted so much of the time that I was single being sad about "aloneness" instead of embracing what I loved and being passionate about just living. I found I was truly happy only when I decided that I was going to live for me instead of living a lie of myself to try to "attract"

Exactly. My grandpa essentially said the same things to my sister and I when we got married (and wrote them in our wedding guestbooks! gah!), and I quote, "A wife's responsibility is to serve her husband and give him children. You need to make sure that he gets his needs met first." Translation: You should think about

"...it wouldn't be so enticing to people if it didn't hold some sort of power"

I'm a teacher, and the situation you described is what I've had to deal with a lot this past year—the one or two guys who just go on and on in my class, oblivious that they're taking up much more time than required to state their opinions. This is because teachers—and people in general—don't typically interrupt guys;