....if one more person says I’m about to pop.... I dunno. I just don’t fucking know. Can’t make any promises. Listen. I know they’re just trying to be nice and make conversation but. LEAVE ME ALONE.
I have to get something off my chest. It’s been bothering me for quiet awhile now.
Pregnancy ramblings, so skip if this is of no interest to you :-) I just need to get it out and also appreciate the feedback I get from here, so. Thanks.
Pregnancy related for me.
Someone tell me WHY my husband went to bed and left the tv on (in the room I am still in) ON and on fucking sports tv, and left the remote just out of reach. Why? I haven’t looked at the tv in hours. I seriously don’t give a fuck about Mookie Betts or Chris Sales or... even worse, the N F fucking L.
I just read a listicle on BuzzFeed about a twitter thread (that’s what it’s called, right?) about oldest grudges and I am HERE FOR IT. I don’t tweet, so, can we do that here? I’ll start :-)
When you see a newborn baby, either in person or photos, do you ever think it looks like the kid is horrified? Like baby is just like “what the hell? No. Put me back please.” Just looking around all disgusted wondering why everyone is touching them and staring at them. Just me? Ok.
Red Sox owner John Henry says he thinks Yawkey Way should be renamed.
Protect and serve, right?
Come join, if you please.
Food was eaten. Mistakes were made. Regrets, I have zero.
Thanks for all of your awesome hair advice last night. I got a new hairbrush and witch hazel and new shampoo and conditioners. I have tea tree oil already to use. We’ll see what my asshole hair does next.
Or... tell me wtf to do with my mess.
So... the piece in Jezebel yesterday about male writers taking ambiguous sounding names pissed me off to no end. This is my favorite genre!!!! I LIVE for fucked up, missing kid, long hidden messed up events, and a general mindfuck type feeling in books. That’s my jam. I’ve been straight up bamboozled, like my good ol…
So my state senator has proposed legislation to help protect children from sexual abuse, primarily focusing on schools and youth organizations. Recently, The Boston Globe has done some great reporting on mainly private schools in the area and the sexual abuse of children at the schools, of which the majority of…
I love food. I enjoy talking about it. Talks about food is relaxing and enjoyable.
That’s 4 cups or 32 fluid ounces of water. I have to drink it all and not pee til the ultrasound is done. The things we do for babbies.
... for a robotic vacuum. Mr. Carbs PROMISED that if we got a golden retriever, he’d be in charge of vacuuming. He’d vacuum more than once a week. Boy oh boy was I bamboozled. Don’t get me wrong I love doggo but damn homeboy is fluffy af. And Mr. Carbs barely vacuums once a week. Bamboozled, I say.