She looks like a monchichi was a favorite insult for my BFF and me in the late 80s. Had more to do with the squashed face than hair though.

They first came out right about the time I was pregnant with my first. There was a GE ad on TV for them set to “The first time ever I saw your face” or whatever that song is called. I would cry every f’ing time (I still do just thinking about it, what is WRONG with me), and I sure as shit signed up for one at some…

If my husband asks me one more fucking time where the dog’s medicine is. The same bottle, in the same drawer, and it goes on her same food, just like every other goddamn day.

I’d love Warren! Call her up and convince her.

What I’d really love is another candidate in the Democratic race. Someone fairly centrist that’s not HRC. That’s kind of my politics anyway, but also because I think that’s who wins. I worry about a 3rd party candidate causing a loss.

There’s a super easy way to do something similar for several people— slow cooker sweet potato and black bean burritos. The only time consuming thing is peeling and cutting the sweet potatoes and draining/rinsing the black beans the night before. For actual dinner time, you basically come home, nuke the tortillas,…

If Seamless is anything like Blue Apron, Chef’d, Plated, etc., etc., then hell yes. That shit is like $40-60 to make some fucking tacos for a family of four. Please to enjoy watching me do it for $11.50.

It’s totally possible to hate the author/blogger and love the recipes. There’s a woman in my neighborhood who runs cooking classes and has a blog. She is way GOOP-ier than Gwynneth Paltrow, I mean everything is don’t use canned tomatoes, gluten free everything, local fair trade organic chia seeds! But then she’ll have…

I actually googled his hair yesterday because I wanted to know what’s under there, like is it a combover, or just a really bad choice for no reason. Still can’t tell.

My husband and my 11 year old son both have them, and they are backpacking in the Sierras right now. They both love them but understand not to wear them when not hiking or traveling. They call them their breakaway pants.

I’m old enough to remember when I could eat a personal pan pizza for lunch and not end up with gastric distress for two days.

I totally agree with all of this. That’s exactly how I feel about her. I’m not as excited about Sanders as my other progressive friends are, either. Maybe I just feel like it’s leading us down a path where we can’t win, he’s too left/hippie/whatever. But I’ve probably just been watching too much coverage of the tea…

I’ve done it. It’s somewhere in between. Boring but when you find a good one it’s pretty cool.

I think I may have felt kind of ill from the meds, and then I was just all anxious when my first wouldn’t breastfeed, and the night nurses were mean. It wasn’t this chill let’s pig out and drink wine vibe I was hoping for. More like holy fuck what am I supposed to do with this thing?

Awful. Mine went away after they were born and now I think I have it again. Thanks early 40s hormones and decaying body!

My kids love those photos. All photos from when they were little, really. Actually, this is weird, I know, but my dad was in the delivery room and took our photos. No birthing photos, just of the baby from minute one. It was cool because my dad was the first dad ever in the delivery room at the hospital where I was…

OMG the pizza heartburn. I ate an entire frozen trader joe’s margarita pizza when I was pregnant and found out what real heartburn was. Like I’m gonna die right?

Well you can lead a horse to water.

Slow cooker tacos with microwaved tortillas. Half-assing it is the thing that keeps my kids fed.

Check out two blogs— Damn Delicious and Gimme Some Oven. Nothing fancy but it’s good, my kids eat it, and many are not too involved.