I gave a Raggedy Ann doll a bath in a puddle. I left a really old wooden farm animal figurine in a sandbox outside and it turned to mush. I dropped the rooster from the old Fisher Price farm down a storm sewer by accident. That was kind of a bummer.

Sorry about that. 6 and a half minutes in.

You put your rocket in, you put your rocket out...

My thoughts exactly. It reminds me of a gentleman in my neck of the woods who kept running for political office on the platform of "preserve traditional marriage". My husband and I went to his website and his brochures were all about male homosexuality, and how dangerous it was, i.e., potential injuries from anal sex…

Isn't that what happened to Smurfette?

That really sucks; I sympathize. My sleep is more-or-less okay now, aside from kids waking me up, but I know that when I got to a point where I need to get help with my anxiety issues, I saw a real uptick in troubled sleep. It was a major canary-in-the-coalmine. Thankfully, it seems to have been one of the first…

Oh wow, this.

Isn't it, though. I'm so thrilled to have an opportunity to use it.

Maybe Californians can start a campaign to phone in to radio stations and dedicate "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by the Rolling Stones to Prop 8 supporters. That's what I sing to my kids when they get upset about something.

Okay, so this has piqued my interest. A few weeks ago I had an initial consultation with a naturopathic doctor. I don't know how this varies from country to country, but I'm in Canada (Ontario) and these are licensed medical practitioners here (not covered by our public health care plan, but my employee extended…

Late to the Wendy Davis gif party. So here we go:

All I can think of when I see these immaculately styled kids is that my two daughters would probably refuse to wear any of those nice clothes. My 7 year old has rejected nearly every pair of shorts she owns besides the denim ones. My 4 year old had a tantrum this morning because I wouldn't let her wear her 'favourite'…

My guess is that it's a stock photo of a kid eating chocolate. If so, her parents may be very annoyed.

This reminds me of how when I was little some neighbourhood kids started a rumour that I ate dog poop.

Agreed. I got some placemats I never use as well. I thanked everyone with grace for every gift, from the platters and serving bowls in our china pattern down to the gift card to Chapters (which we spent on a copy of the Joy of Cooking that is looking very well-used at this point) and the candle with the seashells and…

I know, right? There's a major contingent of commenters who are all, "Well, actually, there is something of a rule that says guests are supposed to bring gifts of equal value to the costs of catering their meal..."

I know, right? There's a major contingent of commenters who are all, "Well, actually, there is something of a rule that says guests are supposed to bring gifts of equal value to the costs of catering their meal..."

And yet another generation of misguided young people is growing up thinking this, what the fuck? Where is this coming from? I can remember years ago reading the Etiquette Hell website, and there was a whole section of stories entitled "Weddings as Fundraisers."

About 14 years ago I had a pair of shoes that I bought from Payless that looked quite at bit like these, minus the slingback, and black. Coincidentally, just this morning I was thinking about them, and quietly chuckling to myself about what the heck I was thinking wearing them.

France considers anything larger than size 8 US a plus size. I realized that in advance of my trip, before I wasted any time. I did get my kids a few cute things, though, and found lots of things that fit in the Netherlands. Oh well.