I know exactly what Target bra to which you refer because I am currently wearing it. I own about a half dozen nursing bras but only wear this one and its pink counterpart because the others are all SO DAMN AWFUL. Uniboob, slouchy non-support, looking like my Great Aunt Gertie... these are things I do not want.

Wooooooooo!

I think my favorite aspect of the is that the AL East teams sometimes make their rookies do it for a TOR series, forcing them to go through customs.

Listen, crazy people, I am going to go out on a limb and say that your children have NO IDEA who Chaz Bono even is/was/whathaveyou. They are going to be all, "Oh, another of them old people celebrities that only my parents have heard of? Right on."

Word to the wise. If you live in a large metropolitan area and you find out you are pregnant, get on every day care waiting list immediately. Hell, if you accidentally miss a pill, sign up. Because of the stricter infant room rules, there are waaaaay fewer slots and you will be laughed at when you call asking if they…

I feel your pain and am sorry for your loss. Stupid, non-immortal cats. Don't they know we need them forever?

Goddammit. One of my cats was recently found after being missing for 3 weeks only to die later that night while I held him.

Oooh, can we just call the show Skate Moms and feature the hockey parents too? Bitches be crazy. Having birthed two half Canadians, I can't wait to find out at what point a normal person snaps and becomes a Hockey Momzilla.

I am not going to lie, I would absolutely crawl inside that spantux with Mr. Wilson. I loves me some crazy weirdo.

Hah! I learned to swear at Girl Scout camp. Each week we thought up the dirtiest combination of words we could think of and used it as the password for our tent. "Go fuck up a tree" doesn't make any sense but it was glorious to my eight-year-old ears.

The SpaceBoy has the good sense to hate Barney. Elmo doesn't get much love either. Thank god.

Sigh He's just so nerdy, isn't he? I have issues.

True story: Dr. Scott the Paleontologist is one of my ridiculous TV crushes. I got to meet him at a Dinosaur Train event at the Field Museum and proceeded to act like starstruck weirdo. I tossed my book and toddler at him for a photo and signing, didn't care which got which, and hid behind my friend.

Ding ding ding! It's the alcohol + blowing shit up that is likely the cause of the 4th specific surge in ER visits.

If my real baby children had looked like that, I would have asked the doctor to shove them right back in.

I feel sooo much better about not showering today.

Yes, but did he wrap it in a bathmat and throw it in the neighbor's yard?

I don't know about that. I wouldn't mind someone else's labor to sympathize with. I am so over all this pregnancy stuff.

This is more TV related but the show is based on the books: Can someone just tell me why Ruby is such a giant bitch to Max all. the. time?

It took me, like, a good two dozen viewings of the trailer to figure out it was a stoner movie. I don't even need drugs to make me dumb apparently.