Preach! My son is needy as hell. Always has been. When he was a baby and I cooked dinner, he would fuss/cry/wail the entire time he was in his playpen or high chair. When we would drive anywhere in the car, he would cry the entire time he was in his car seat. As soon as I picked him up, he was blissfully content, an…

Yeah. I would. Maybe even in the jail parking lot after I paid his bail.

I’d prob pick red chile sauce because I am happiest when eating Mexican food.

You Yonce!

Duh!!

I eat pretty well (I’m a dietitian, it’s part of the job). :-) I don’t have any other weird bodily thing going on. I’m just shedding enough to make an extra coat for a Saint Bernard.

Do these suit you?

Restaurant play centers seem to bring out the worst in people. I almost got in a fist fight at Chic-Fil-A because someone got mad that my son knocked their daughter down (it was an accident; I saw it and he apologized immediately without being told to do so). He was so irate about it and I just wanted to clock him.

My hair is falling out like crazy and I don’t know why because I think I like my life right now, but maybe it’s an illusion?!

I spent entirely too much time on this.

My mind is so blown right now, I can’t even formulate a response. 😳

I think I’m the Selena to Bobby’s Weeknd. I love him so much and he’s like “Meh.”

That’s because he’s not feeling it.

But I like bow ties! :-(

Man you ain’t lying! Between the lyrics and the artwork being released... I can’t deal.

My mom loves Bruno Mars! She wants me to take her to a concert. This is not surprising.

I like badges! Do I get a vest?

I’ll have you know, I have already made SEVERAL therapists very happy!

John Mellencamp sounds exactly like every person I’ve ever dated. And also like my dad. 🤔

Good lesson.