Ed! Don’t touch the nobility. To the pit of misery!

Yep. A while back, when ebola was the media panic du jour, the mommy blogs were brimming with oily entrepreneurs claiming their magic formula could prevent and cure infection. Some even had the nerve to travel on “missions” to infected villages to sell oils and conspiracy theories about evil Big Pharma.

That’s what we did too. We wanted our JotP to wear pirate grab, but we got someone else last minute who was very into patience and legalizing marijuana.

This. David’s Bridal is the most basic of basic wedding crap.

We eloped and got married in a private civil ceremony in clothes we already owned. The bridal industry itself is the source of basic weddings.

I’ve lived in Oregon for 20 years. I don’t hear an Oregon accent or anything adjacent to it in this clip.

When I was but a wee lass in graduate school, the department chair scolded me about student loans. He told me that he could not understand why $800/mo stipend* for 9 months of the year wasnt enough to live on. It was enough for him in the 1970s, it should be enough for us in 2005!

Some of them are downright abusive about it too.

I taught as an adjunct for a few years, to supplement my entry-level salary at my day job. It paid $1200 a term with 15 students, lower if I had less than 12. The university had a financial crisis because the administration spent too much on administrators, fundraising galas, unnecessary renovations, and so on. The…

#teamcake

I’m partial to her housekeeping skills. Trap a human, make them clean and cook and separate seeds and grain from soil, have your magic hands do any dirty work... #BabsYags4lyfe

Oh hai, you must be the guy with the P on his chest.  You are a prick and you’re projecting like a drive-in movie. Get bent, Chad Radwell.

Indeed it is. Babas! Yagas! Sirens! Lies!

Barf. Imma start that revolution myself if it doesn’t hurry up.

Make Baba Yaga Again!

I can vouch for the BK constipation cure. Chicken sandwich, onion rings and a Sprite does the job everytime.

Amen! I also suffer from IBS. My worst “incident” happened on my first day performing at Disneyland. Drum major, white uniform, Main St. parade in June, destroying the third stall down in the Adventureland women’s room 5 mins before the parade started and praying to Mickey that I would not shit myself in front of…

BabaYaga vs Babadook!? So torn! My vote is for the Baba dook dook dook.... he has the look look LOOK!!

Sunscreen, glitter, a hoodie and brooding stares. Bam. Vampire look.

Especially the latter, as I have heard ancient hockey mom folk tales that Alaskans can see Russia from their houses. Mavericks!!