Mini went on his first field trip today. I accompanied him, thinking they would need extra help. Turns out I was wrong, since there were about 20 kids and 17 parents. This is undoubtedly reflective of the socioeconomics of Mini’s preschool, but nevertheless it was kind of heartwarming. Everybody wanted to be there, and Mr. […]
Totally Gross Things They Insist On Showing On TV, That You Probably Don’t Even Care About Unless You Have Hyperemesis Gravidarum
The part in the Dyson ad where they show you how the little cyclone things don’t ever lose suction, and make you look at computer-animated dust particles blowing around in a circle. Whatever meal deal is currently going down at KFC. Nope. I don’t care what you say — it’s gross. Steam coming off the […]
One of these days, I really have to make it a priority to have the stupid cottage cheese ceiling removed from this house. Regular gatorade is too sweet, so I drink the reduced sugar kind. Also: gummy vitamins are easier to deal with than regular. Edie has become my unexpected ally in this house otherwise […]
Did you know that it’s possible to have a PPO insurance plan that doesn’t cover pregnancy? Maybe you do, but I’m the idiot who got pregnant without even thinking that I should check to see if pregnancy was something my policy covered. Now look, obviously this is my responsibility, since I didn’t even bother to […]
[Another walk down memory lane, courtesy of my hyperemesis! Yay! This post originally appeared on March 22, 2010, but I’ve added a few updates so that it’s reflective of the current state of the hatemail universe. That’s right — from my sick bed, I’ve done this, so they extra bitter and nasty.] My hate mail […]
I may have mentioned before that Mini — both whilst he was gestating and at present — is a big fan of the Chicken McNugget. Now — just stop. You do not have to tell me that Chicken McNuggets are gross: I’m well aware of this fact. Still, while pregnant with him, I ingested an […]
For reasons that are still unclear to me, Mr. Right-Click worked out some kind of undisclosed trade deal with an acclaimed painter to create a representation of our goddamn cat-coons. Only in Los Angeles would this happen, people. Only in Los Angeles, and only with a dirty rotten cat lover for a husband.
I cannot decide if this is witty or disgusting. Maybe both. (Via Holy Cool.)
Mini will eat sandwiches . . . if we cut them in interesting shapes. I think these Star Wars sandwich cutters might be worth a try.
[This list originally appeared on May 9, 2009.] The Pearls Before Swine Flu Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes, Knees and Toes Disease The Periwinkle Death A Rheumatic Fever With A View Sunday Morning Fever Spray Tanner’s Disease A Smallpox on Both Your Houses Flu Water Polio SLURS Goodbye, Rubella Tuesday Corona With Lime Disease The […]