... Now, what the heck do I do with it? It’s a hand-me-down Singer Genie 354, alleged to work but nobody’s turned it on in years. I said I’d take it on a whim and am now sort of intimidated by the whole project.
I’ve been dithering over a second tattoo for, literally, years. And then over the weekend I saw this by chance and just knew the semicolon was the right tattoo for me. My brain’s been trying to kill me on and off since I was a kid; the least I can do is get some body art to remind myself it won’t succeed. My story is…
So after 15-odd years of rolling my eyes at the whole concept of a biological clock and thinking it was just a made-up way to make women have kids, I'm starting to wonder if it's for real.
Completely nauseating and yet somehow not surprising. Here's the story (and, needless to say, trigger warnings abound):
It's Friday, the roads are miserable, my kids are sick and the sitter decided to just not show up.
So, my three-year-old has some developmental delays. Mainly, he can't talk, and his listening and comprehension don't test particularly well either. We call it apraxia, which is doctor-speak for "the kid doesn't talk and we don't know why." (He knows some sign, but he's not doing great with that either.) Clean MRI,…
I hate the post-Kinja Jezebel. It's what people who didn't like Jezebel thought Jezebel was. It makes Tumblr look intellectually rigorous.