By which you mean, “I know nothing about Colorado,” right?

Let’s not forget Crocs was established in Boulder. (On behalf of other Colorado residents: I’m sorry.)

There goes my hope of a sequel to the Iced T Geico ad.

The guy in the yellow jacket is as appalled as we are.

And a favorite color of certain Golden Girls.

This will be repeated at tonight's dinner table.

Knock, knock.

Welp, I know what nightmare I'll have tonight.

My first born child busted my pussy. Not sexy. I was afraid to shit for the next week.

Interestingly, this is the same strategy I use on my toddler throwing a tantrum.

Joke’s on you, Trump. I got myself ‘fixed’ so I’m not falling for your birth control trick OR your maternity leave trick. (That, and I’m a reasonably intelligent person with both eyes and ears.)

This is same policy my office (of 140 people) has. It undeniably sucks, but here are two aspects I came across during my two maternity leaves that make even more inhumane: first is that I had to arrange with my employer before I took leave how I was going to pay for my med insurance premiums when I had no pay check.…

Yeah, my experience was with a clit hole saddle. It wasn’t really the clit that hurt per se, but labia. Just a lot of blood flow in the general area and more weight to support. Bleh.

Butting in here...

I remember being painfully pregnant, standing in the waiting area of a restaurant with my two-year-old demanding to be held by me and no one else but me, and none of those lazy fuckers in the waiting area gave up their seat. Most of them were eye-level with my belly and squirming toddler. Humanity.

I live in one of the battleground counties (that is, a key county in a battleground state) and I’m seeing a lot of Trump signs in my neighborhood. No Hilary signs. Other dem congressional candidate signs, but no Hilary. This scares the crap out of me.

I think the dog is wearing a Trump jacket too. Because priorities.

I just spent an hour and a half at a kids outdoor birthday party in the heat, and I’m wrecked. I’m wearing shorts and t-shirt as opposed to a suit, I’m three decades younger than Hil.

Shit. I second guessed myself on that one. I blame the Monte whom I work with.

I hear ya. I was in Grand Lake, CO, last weekend and saw the hillsides starting to turn yellow.