The one and only time I have seen a therapist it went something list this: "So, tell me about your friends. Do they have boyfriends? Do you find yourself attracted to your friends boyfriends?" She then went on to tell my parents I was borderline suicidal.

The SpaceBaby has an entire set of vocalizations dedicated solely to our cat. Does she say mama? No. But she can meow.

All I want to know is was the recipient of the beej also cuffed and left on display?

I can't remember exactly but I think I had to go back to the locker room for something and the bus left while I was inside. This was in the day and age pre cell phone so I was at the mercy of the change in my pocket. I think I called the Y where the bus was headed so they would let my dad know that I was still at the…

I once spent a summer living with dudes from MIT. They shit they came up with was AMAZING. I mean, I heard it was.

This makes my heart feel SUPER HAPPY.

This is giving me flashbacks to the time my YMCA swim team left me behind in a different state.

I think the T. Rex/Triceratops one up top is still up. I know I recognized it immediately when I clicked on the link. His work is one of my favorite part about trips to the Field.

Actually! It's Everyone Poops and there are others. About farts. And Belly buttons. And scabs! I love the scab book particularly.

Those and Snuggle Puppy are some of my household's non-dinosaur favorites.

That's Not My Dinosaur is the greatest book of all time. It's so easy to memorize you don't even have to look at it and can dick around on your phone while you mindlessly flip through the pages.

Just wishful thinking. There's got to be another Durbin (or lady-Durbin) out there somewhere.

Scary thing is it could have been closer. Illinois' R Senator is currently recovering from a stroke and did not vote. That's the President's old seat, ironically. I am hoping this means there will be a special election soon to replace him. (After he gets better and decides to take it easy because I am not a horrible…

I thought I had gained a whole bunch of weight for a while until I realized that the SpaceHusband has been washing my jeans in hot water. Not relevant, just amusing.

Sharmeen Obaid-Chinoy, Smith Class of 2002 and noted non-WASP, just won an Oscar. God forbid that be the image and achievement Spurzem would want Smith to promote.

Ahhh, so I can blame the foreigners, poors and lesbians for ruining my college experience?

My husband sleep talks too but he usually just tries to get me to run hockey drills.

After figuring out with the SpaceKid that the Do Not Touch the Kitty Rule kind of doesn't work, we are now trying some Be Gentle With the Kitty Training on the SpaceBaby.

Now he can go into business with Doug Mirabelli, the only person who ever truly understood him, selling real estate in Michigan.

Well that one too but I was thinking of Science is Real. Fundies get real pissy when angels are lumped into the same category as unicorns apparently. The Amazon comment section on the album is hilarious.