@Zombie Ms. Skittles: While my hospital did take away my popsicles during labor, they did get me a turkey sammich before the SpaceToddler had even been cleaned up and returned to me. It call it a push.

@CatGaffney: Hospital thing. Sometimes you vomit during labor and if you have to be knocked out for an emergency C-Section, there is a fear that you may vomit and then aspirate it and choke.

@sportz.star: Exactly, if Palin had been in a lad mag, the situation would have been immensely different.

@Bliz: Also, she yelled at me once. :(

@CatGaffney: It's even worse, we actually have a Lifetime Movie Channel here in the US, devoted entirely to this trashtastic genre.

@RubyPenelope: Can we ironically name one the Carrie Nation?

@RubyPenelope: I would invest in (and patronize) that establishment.

It's called time off for good behavior, not time off for bitching to everyone you know about it.

@Donnie_Iris: Ones whose parents still let them live upstairs?

@Jenn2D2: I had not considered that and am actually somewhat jealous. I guess, use your judgement could apply there. Like, I ain't taking the SpaceToddler to the Manhole any time soon but Ye' Olde' Britshe' Pube' that's by the zoo, hell yes.

@Spaceman Bill Leah: Oh, and it must be a non-smoking bar.

I am going to disagree with conditions.

This makes me sad. And I bet the SpaceToddler would be sad too. In his early screaming red blob stages I would frequently stay up all night singing trying to get him to shut the hell up for a bit. After marathon sessions I would run out of "real" songs and having gone through all the Christmas carols I knew I would…

@Kristinkles Ingabogovinanana: Or as my Canadian SpaceHusband says, K.D. and wieners. hee.

So what you're saying is that Dr. John Dorian is the smartest man in the world?

Also not worth the money, the Daily Mail .

@Etoiles: I am so happy we were within walking distance of my house as to avoid the fatherly car lecture. My dad is a mechanic, I get them enough.

17. Front seat of a Camry. Down a dirt road. In March. In Massachusetts.

@CurtCole: The only belly toucher I ever had was a hilariously drunk guy from Iowa at a baseball game who got face to belly with me and went, "Who's gonna be a little Red Sox fan? You are! You are!."

@mbprice: You are my new favorite person. Clever girl.