Could we have one titled "How to live with a bigoted parent"?

I feel like there has to be a gif on the internet of a viking cheering the birth of his son. I mean nothing says I don't know how to understand women like highlighting the fact you're a boy baby birthing machine.

I married my college boyfriend then got divorced 5 years later because I was "waiting for marriage". Currently happily c0-living with a lovely, smart, college educated, handsome, giving, selfless, strong met I met after college. Ring free, still have my self-worth.

She's my hero

I went to a organic food meeting thing to learn about a co-op starting in my area. Most of the time the lady went full anti-vax and talked about how she rubs lemon oil on their soles of her son's feet once a month. She went on and on about how they've never gotten sick with a illness you can vax for. I raised my hand…

My pills are free (thanks Obama). Honestly, I'd pay for them out of pocket, and I have in the past, but getting them for free (taken out of the monthly cost of my insurance) is really refreshing. I pay my insurance bill though my work each month so why shouldn't I get my medication for free?

Slightly off topic but seemed like a good place for a Almost Human gif.

BOOSH!

Mind blown

That just made me so sad.

Does it say why she's in jail? I mean this is really wrong but what if she's not clean from drugs and the baby has been getting the substances through the breast milk? What if she has a transferable illness? She should still be allowed to pump to help with the pain but what if it's a case of abuse and neglect toward…

A true leader of the people rides bears

So this one? Not the blonde one?

My super guilty but adorable dog ate the whole box of Samoas. He must have gotten onto the dining char, onto the table, over the divide, and onto the kitchen counter. He split all the cookies and most of the cardboard with the pug.

My horrible adorable dog ate my whole box of Samoas. While I was out shopping he got on the dining chair, onto the dining table, over the divide, and onto the kitchen counter. He and my pug split the cookies and most of the box.

I can't find anything in petite that doesn't look like I'm someone's grandma.