I posted a comment on the Shirley Chisolm open thread about my current detoriating mental state and since then I got even more bad news! FUCK! So right now I'm drinking a martini while my husband teaches our boys to play Risk.
Once again the inescapable lure of Zulily drew me in with the promise of awesome Star Wars awesomeness. And it did not disappoint.
In 3 hours, I am throwing a birthday party for both of my boys and my nephew at my house. 16 people. Appetizers. Dinner. Cake and presents. My house is a disaster area and both my husband are laying on the couch like BOSSES. I have the menu all planned out and hit Costco after my little one's tae Kwan do class this…
I love turkey, but I hate handling raw turkey. Can someone come over to my house and get this going for me? The crockpot is on the dining room table.
Holy shit! You can all stop the voting for Biggest Asshole of the Day because I have that shit locked up.
Would it be morally wrong to set up a Kickstarter to get these boots in my closet?
Also, my friggin minivan doors froze shut after being outside for two hours this afternoon!
Just saw this on Pinterest.
My brother and his girlfriend just had a baby and I can't tell anyone so I'm telling no one on Kinja. Kinda like how I told a cab driver I was pregnant when I had to leave the house for a class almost immediately after taking the pregnancy test.
Accidentally bought No Salt pistachios. They are DISGUSTING but I can't stop eating them.
Well not exactly. I mean, I can, if you want me to. But obviously someone made this and obviously you need to know it exists, in case, you know, you're a glutton for punishment or something.