Thank You! Everyone is all concerned about the lack birth control, and I couldn't help but think, if I had sex with 25 guys and a single pregnancy was the ONLY thing I ended up with, that'd be pretty darn lucky! What about gonaherpasyphillaids?

Amen! That secret will destroy the whole family! If his future MIL isn't privy, how can the FIL demand he reveal only a portion of the information to protect only his wife and life? Shouldn't the SIL be granted the same mercy? If he comes clean about only his bisexualilty, the girl want to know why, and the only…

Ingrid is an underappreciated gem of an artist. She blew up in my world after that Old Navy commercial looped her song , "The Way I Am," my then fiancee and I chose it for our first dance song. Kudos have to be given for her being the voice behind several major scenes/episodes of Grey's (in the good ol' days). Shine…

5 Christmases ago, I had recently called of my wedding to the father of my then 1 year old daughter. A close friend took me under her wing as it would be the first Christmas in 5 years I didn't spend with his family, and all of mine lives 2000 miles away. Upon arrival, I learn that in addition to the traditional…

I'm not wearing my glasses, but I think he's thinking and receding. A bit, Trump-esque if you ask me. *Shrug*

I used to consider becoming a nun when dealing with the aftermath of a hangover and similar repercussions of nights out, but decided that having "nun of this and nun of that" would be too boring and miserable. Perhaps I should whip out my habit and revisit the idea after all!

I couldn't imagine all of that equipment involved and trying to address the flow that I have been awarded. It's already daunting as hell, knowing that you'll be out in the streets, away from the comfort of your non-judgmental bathroom walls, (ok, they judge but they've seen it all) but to add a freaking Lady-Jock and…

Amen! My s/o didn't understand my hesitance towards attending my intramural Volleyball game last night. The flow began less than an hour before my game, and with a vengeance. When he saw my team mates express concern over my decreased speed and interest in jumping with my legs apart, I think he may have been on the…

Well, I'd say it matters if the accounts are joint. I'd be none to pleased to swipe my card or pay a bill, after my s/o went and blew $500 of our money before telling me, subsequently leading to an embarrassingly declined card.

Now I have to go and look to see what the post is actually about. I didn't see my current city as I skimmed through the paragraph with one eye, while keeping the other on the gif (a special talent, really). I suppose I can postpone my plans to stage a meet-cute. *Dreamy Sigh*

In my nearly 6 years of parenting I had yet to taste these Go-gurts until recently. During a play date, my daughter deemed them no longer palatable. Because of it's dairy(?)contents, I figured maybe it had gone all sour-wonky and tested it out for safety's sake.

I've always referred to it as the 'Saunter of Satisfaction.' It was good enough for me to stay until the sun was up, right? Or perhaps I stayed long enough to sober up and drive. Either case: no shame shall be found in this game!