Ugh, nooooo I’m having flashbacks... *dies a little on the inside*

PBS.

I love you too, internet rando with a badass daughter!

What about the one with the Christmas tree and the stack of presents? I have, I shit you not, seven different pictures of seven different sets of cousins spread out over three states and two decades, with the ONLY common denomenator (other than being related to me via a shared grandparent) being their parents taking…

Justice! Hooray for your sister and her chompers.

We could have pranced around the house with our pretty parasols.

Total win.

I KNOW RIGHT? And it is OBVIOUSLY not an umbrella.

#teamonlychild #kidsarejerks

omg that’s awesome! Thanks for sharing!

She can’t tell the story now with a straight face. At all.

My parents are the greatest.

So, when I was in kindergarten, I wasn’t allowed to carry an umbrella on the bus.

Okay, I adored your story (in fact, I seem to recall we had a #teamclosedcasket rally in the comments together) so I’m super happy for you, but seriously, Sex Worker was such a great tale of awkwardness.

HOW DID SEX WORKER NOT WIN?!

So, when I was a freshman in college, I totally took advantage of the patriarchy and any time I needed to get something heavy from my car to my dorm room (up several flights of stairs in an old dorm where they didn’t let us use the elevators except during move in and move out weeks) I’d go to one of the male floors,…

Oh man, 2008 Obama was a beast.

Dude, I had Dubya. Can we all agree that NO president was as mortifying to have during your teenage years than Dubya?

*hugses*

Is it just me or does Denise look an awwwwwful lot like Natalie Dormer as a muppet pig?