The holy grail of TV sports watching: a leather recliner with a drink cup and a food tray.
Go Gaga Show, Mah! Go Gaga Show!
Batista’s accent is the elewfwant in the woom.
I’m not just glamorous, I’m also very ladylike.
The one where Mr. Right-Click tries to bribe the preschool teacher.
Sure, the other preschool parents will wonder, but it’s all about teaching your kid to be hip and ironic, right?
All I’m saying is that if I’m not pregnant, then my hormones have some explaining to do. I’m exhausted, my boobs are sore, I’m constantly peeing, and I’m breaking out like an extra on Degrassi Junior High. Yesterday, I walked past a room and caught a strong burrito scent, but there was no burrito in […]
I believe I may have mentioned once or two thousand times that Mini is a big fan of trains. So you can imagine how thrilled I was to happen upon
If you had told me a few Saturdays ago, “Anna, Mini is going to destroy a mattress today,” I would not have bothered to ask which mattress it was that he would be destroying. I don’t waste time on formalities, you see. I would simply have asked you to direct me–immediately–to the most expensive mattress […]
Mr. Right-Click: See? See that bumper sticker, and it says “Coexist”? Me: Yeah. Mr. Right-Click: And there’s a representation of all these religions? Me: Yeah. Mr. Right-Click:–but there’s no atheist symbol! They don’t consider atheists! Me: That’s because atheists don’t want to coexist with people. Mr. Right-Click:–Aww, OK, fine, but you know what– Me: Listen, […]