@Um, WTF Interrobang Pssssh, I refuse to believe that. I have so many! Some cuter than others, sure, but they've been good and loyal cardigans for lo these many years.
@stuffisthings When did we stop saying 'foxy'? :D
Ah, I bet she's regretting Greg these days.
(My husband claims, "They always regret the Gregs.")
@angelinha (THIS IS A JOKE THIS IS A JOKE!!)
@Um, WTF Interrobang Sounds more like a gift to commemorate the birth of your daughter, and not a reward for giving birth, which is totally different.
@Um, WTF Interrobang I think "push presents," like any gifty bauble, are one of those things that are a sweet idea until some terrible marketer/NYT style section writer slaps a cutesy name on them and makes them out to be the territory of shrewish gold-diggers (aka "all women," in their world). In other words, your husband sounds nice.
It's a baby's first birthday present. Totally different.
I had her on my chest, because the nurses put her there
omg I just lost it right there
By Emby on This Is a Goodbye Post
OK to soften this horrendous, no-good-very-bad blow, I will imagine that this is Nicole and Melis leaving:
:'( Farewell, farewell! I will have more thoughts about this further in the comments, I am sure. I am just sighing a lot at the moment.
A boy, who had previously expressed interest in me, asked my best friend to prom by serenading her with Coldplay's Yellow all while I was in the backseat of the car as the three of us drove home from a school event. It was extremely uncomfortable.
By glitterary on The "Prom-posal"
Augh, those prom asks just sound creepy to me. It's one thing to do something cutesy and small like the fortune cookies, but even balloons and waiting for a girl on her staircase for hours is... weird, especially as her parents would have to be in on it. Is that just me? Also, I would be severely ticked off if my class was interrupted for some popular kid's attention-seeking prom stunt. But maybe I'm just bitter because my high school experience of romance was basically Four for you, Glen Coco--you go, Glen Coco! And none for glitterary, bye.