Yep. Just had my baby last week at 41w gestation after being induced because I was so. Fucking. Miserable. I actually started googling “world record human gestation” because I was convinced he’d never come out otherwise (record is 375 days!!). My own little Buster Bluth. And now I’m barely sleeping and I have a cold…

I clearly need to work seamster into my vocabulary more often.

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I am ashamed and slightly embarrassed for you. And i have no room to talk as my dinner was stale doughnuts and cold Thai noodle salad.

Thank you! Happy Thanksgiving to you!

Me too! My story: I gave birth 42 hours ago so my kids are at someone else’s house having dinner and I’m at home eating stale doughnuts and cold Thai noodle salad for Thanksgiving. I got approximately 1.5hrs of sleep last night and every time I nurse my uterus contacts painfully and I bleed and also have to poop. So…

If he’s reached his full potential, and hasn’t been able to train/play with the senior squad until now due to eligibility, wouldn’t this be the prime time for him to jump on board? Or are you saying that because he’s not playing in Europe he’ll never “seriously make an impact”? Also consider players like Kyle…

Me too. FWIW, I fucking sobbed while reading the Poisonwood Bible. No other book has ever generated that sort of emotional response for me.

*I can’t believe I’m going to defend him, but* You do know that Nagbe only got his US citizenship in September and therefore was only recently eligible to be called up? He was holding out for the USMNT call.

Yup. My kids always ask for “coffee”, which is just steamed milk with a little cinnamon on top for pizzazz. They feel grown up because I trust them with ceramic mugs. I’ve had to explain a couple of times that, no, my 2yos are not in fact drinking coffee.

But I’m concerned - how does she pee in it? (See also: every outfit she wears)

My brother’s F15 squadron (not at Lakenheath) has a female pilot.

These are only the misses. Each team took a total of 11 shots, and the final score after PKs was 7-6.

I told my husband that I want this cross-stitched and hanging in our (2yo twin) girls’ room like yesterday.

Gibson. A dry gin martini with cocktail onions instead of olives. Makes for entertaining afternoons and bad shopping decisions.

Those licorice candies are German, from a town called Emmerich. The name of them literally translates to “salty herring.” How do I know this? Because our totally awesome first exchange student Jessie was from Emmerich and brought with her an entire suitcase full of this company’s candies (they’re not all licorice…

Ftfy

Whenever my sister (reluctantly) admits she’s juicing, I feel it is my duty to refer to it as her “Weekly World News Garth Brooks juice diet” with a thick Scottish brogue. Otherwise, what are little sisters for?

Both and have a stiff one for me (I’m pregnant and craving some drank).

It’s the perfect answer to Adam Carolla’s game “Germany or Florida?”