Holy shit, woodle. What a fucking nightmare.

I was on the Carlton streetcar when I saw a dad hand his packet of cigarettes to his baby son to play with while he messed around on his phone. I bet the baby would have a cigarette out in less than three minutes and I was right. The kid was just about to jam it into his mouth, tobacco end first, and I was reaching…

I fully endorse this skirt-wearing approach.

In the municipal building where I work, we insisted that all the furniture be made from materials that could withstand being hosed down by a pressure washer.

Basically I am happier to come home to my dog than I have ever been to come home to another human.

I am surprised that the name John Wilmot, the Earl of Rochester, has not come up before in these discussions of dirty books. Because surely there was never a more libertine poet than the naughty Earl, who did not mince his words.

I am totes jelly.  It’s -18C out there today and I am shuffling around in my usual salt-stained Sorels.

I feel bad because I don’t have any boots elegant enough to wear with my caftans!

I think it’s really important for people to remember how fucked up our past was.

Yes, and mine has long ribbed cuffs at the bottom that are convertible feet - you can pull them right over your toes or fold them up at the ankle, whichever you prefer.  It is the ideal winter garment.

I own this onesie and have been sleeping in it for several nights now, what with the temperature hovering around -35C. Yes, I can sleep in it with the hood up. It keeps the arctic breezes off the back of my neck.

*blushes becomingly*

daily P.E. requirement correlated with an uptick in truancy and disciplinary actions

I inherited a closet full of caftans from a friend and there is no bliss like them. (Unfortunately they make poor winter wear and it is -30C out there today.) On the whole I am going for a look that is half Mrs Roper and half Elizabeth Taylor, complete with teal eyeliner.

I’m sorry. That was probably me.

You are a thoughtful and empathetic soul.

I don’t know - I do my best not to do it to others - but baby showers are like a free-for-all for people who like to make others squirm, I guess.

my best friend’s husband’s bother’s wife

My recollections of any baby shower I have attended all involve a hugely pregnant woman turning green on the couch while all her friends and relatives tell horror stories about emergency C-sections, complications (“She came out hanging on to my gall bladder”), painful deliveries, episiotomies and breastfeeding…

This is so adorable I can’t even. What a sweet, generous gesture.