My older boy was a picky eater like your child. In fact, he ate like you describe. The good news is, he now eats everything, and is known for his Indian cooking. Yours will come around, too.

How fun that he’s only just starting Kindergarten! I hope you and he both have a super year. It’s so much fun! I was a parent volunteer twice a week when my youngest was in K. They will lose their minds over those cool cookies!

Cosmic brownies! Those would absolutely make my kid’s day. You have no idea what happy memories just the very mention of those brought back. (I personally think they taste like solidified Play Dough mashed up with some rancid Nestle Quick, but, that’s probably just me...)

Mine are older, youngest is a high school senior now, but back in the day, I was doing well sometimes to haul my hungover ass into the kitchen and throw anything together. Many’s the time we had run out of lunch bags, so he had to carry his food in a plastic grocery sack. Or, we would be out of bread and I would have…

Wait, what? Reese peanut butter *chips*? Is this a new thing? I am a devotee of All Things Reese, yet have never seen these here in Flyover Land.

At least you reported yours. That took courage. I wasn’t quite as brave when it happened to me.

I also hope that parents of potential student s, boys and girls, choose to send their kids some place a little less rapey, and enrollment plummets. Perhaps between that and law suits, it will cease to exist in a couple or few years.

Me, too, with the gang rape thing. I was nineteen, they threatened me with a gun, beat me up, beat up my lovely, loving boyfriend, who desperately tried to protect me. They gave me an asymptomatic STD, which could have rendered me sterile. I never went to the police, and my only consolation is the thought that the…

I’m no longer much of a drinker, but I need something to calm me down after this horrible week. Donald Trump, the Virginia shooting, and now this travesty. Shoot, pass me the Tequila, I have some lemons.

The fact that the jury didn’t believe the victim, or disregarded her testimony, is really bothering me. I say we lock him in a room with her parents, let them mete out the justice he so richly deserves.

Sociopathy isn’t a mental illness; it’s an intractable personality disorder. There is no known therapy or pill by which to cure it or ameliorate it. I am on a tablet, hard to post links on here, but I suggest you read up on personality disorders. Very interesting, and your eyes will be opened.

Short answer: it doesn't.

I agree. It’s hard to imagine willingly firing to kill, but I would do so with relish and gusto if some ISIS “freedom fighter” we’re (inexplicably) in front of me. I would enjoy it and never give it a second thought.

Are you my sister in law? Cause we definitely have the same MIL...

That is majorly awesome. And now I have something in my eye...

Those slushy/soft serve things were normal menu items back in the day. It was called a Mister Misty, and that was what I always ordered.

Lying to somebody you are purportedly supposed to love is not okay. You want to fuck around or leave, fine, but be upfront about it. It’s devastating to be the cheated upon spouse. The ground beneath you becomes quicksand, and then, you’re left to wonder about STDs, finances, kids if there are any, etc. I think it’s a…

Cheddar had a loving home with you, and you guys really tried with him. You went many extra miles to help him, and he felt your love. Best wishes for a happy marriage, and eventually, a happy doggy!

Exactly. I would have reacted exactly like Vicki did, and I was thinking that as I watched the scene go down. Not gonna lie, I cried real tears watching it. I also cried when Shannon revealed her husband’s affair. It’s getting real in the OC this season. It’s making me long for the Beverly Hills ladies and their fake…

I got ridiculously excited when I saw it was beauty box review time. I have no life. When my financial scene picks up a bit, I am going to treat myself to a subscription to one, probably a vegan one.