The word “akimbo” makes my skin crawl for some reason.

I do love refried beans.

My problem is meal planning. It’s either meat, potato, veggie; or I’m not sure... I do pasta primavera like every other night it seems! I love eggplant parm. But then I run out of meals because I’m not into beans and is cheese enough protein? Gah!

Bring back dinosaurs! Some were huge! Think of how many people an argentinosaurus could feed!!

I want synth babies. Veal is delicious but makes me sad, so I’m sure baby would be delicious but yeah sad again. But synthetic baby? FEED ME!

Right?? I have yet to read the article, but I am already brainstorming meatful dinner ideas for tonight.

I can’t really hear you over the photo of DELICIOUS LOOKING MEAT.

Cheap wine is better than no wine.

Now I’m picturing little sperm in there frying up some eggs for nourishment.

Go to Los Angeles. Eat at The Stinking Rose. Had a birthday party there one year, it was awwwwweeesssoooommmmmeeee. Garlic wine, garlic ice cream (I didn’t have either but some friends did), garlic steaks with garlic mashed potatoes. Make sure your partner also loves garlic and all is good.

Older post, but I tricked myself into liking working out by having kids and being sick of them, so I take them to the free childcare at the gym and get a break! Working out = way easier than dealing with 3 year old twins. It’s like an hour of sleep, on a treadmill.

Not scifi or fantasy (unfortunately) but when I was dating my husband, one night I was really sad for whatever reason and he said “You wanna watch a movie?” and we ended up watching Hotel Rwanda, because “it’s really, really good.” I basically was sobbing so hard I was hiccuping for the entire thing. 10 years later it…

One thing about reproduction that endlessly amazes me is the odds against you becoming you. Especially with naturally conceived kids where there were millions of sperm vying to be The One. But in my case, IVF babies, if my RE had chosen the sperm to the left or right, I would have completely different children. He…

She provided a home for you for a while, but you latched on tight, grew, thrived and developed correctly enough to live. That is all pretty amazing if you think about how many times and ways it could go wrong and result in not having life.

Maybe this makes me a despicable person but I have always been fine with the idea that sperm plus an egg makes a life or potential life. I’m also fine with the idea that while that life depends on the mother to exist, the mother gets to decide what she wants to do with it.

I always wonder wtf the deal is with those too. I know they aren’t fertilized because they specifically sell fertilized eggs in some places. But I don’t know what risk I run of finding a chicken in my store bought eggs. Every time I crack one I worry about that...

Your mom helped you get through one of the most dangerous times of your life – the first few days after fertilization.

What? I’m a woman and feminist and I’ve always known that condoms suck. Sometimes they are necessary, but yeah, it’s always better without them. Just not so much better that I’m willing to risk an STD!

And her toddler is sleeping too! That is like some kind of parenthood miracle you captured on film.

Man I bet that mama gorilla is exhausted. I am not a fan of newborns.