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Cause we ARE the dads/moms.

I did one at about 100 months pregnant so I couldn’t drink more than a little pour of wine, but it was still fun. I’d definitely do it again, especially now that I can booze it up like everyone else.

Art Institute San Diego. Ended up being around 15k a year for 3 years. Interest about doubles that total amount. Luckily my parents paid for my initial 4 year degree, otherwise I can’t even fathom the world of hurt I’d be in.

My art school loans have fucked me for literally 30 years. I would never wish either of my children to become artists. That said, I hope their eventual fuck-me-forever loans make them happy. My parents still don’t believe mine do. (I get to work from home part time and deal with my babies the rest of the time. It’s

Omg now I want to know what dude dolls dated everyone’s Barbies.

STILL A BABE.

Yep, all I see is house arrest.

Stop it right now. I think I have this onesie. I wonder if my cat would...no. I don't think she would. But I can dream.

My cats are assholes. So is my dog. But all are rescued and I love them so.

Except that the monster of the week eps are so much more fun to watch!

I’ve placed three orders from GAP and ON since Black Friday and the last of them arrived today. Averaged about a week per order-a day or so longer than normal?

I heard a giant record scratch in my head between the first half and second half of this comment.

I guess? I mean, baby batter I get. Baby dust though? Dust is dry. This makes no sense.

I give up. What is Baby dust?

We named our first son 4 years ago based on it being a family name, but more importantly, it was very uncommon. I didn’t want him ever having to use his last initial to differentiate himself at school.

All I can say is he is one lucky motherfucker. Or, I suppose in their world, he’s just #blessed.

Eh, don't we all know who our candidate is by now? We don't have a lot of options. The GOP clown car, on the other hand...that shit you watch for comedic value.

My MIL posted some dribble on Facebook last week that said something about how facts are just accepted opinions and there’s no such thing as a FACT (or something, my brain glossed over as I read it.)

I came here to say the same thing.

As long as there are more good uterii with guns than bad uterii with guns.