I didn't make enough. It was dark to day the least. Thanks for putting this out there, because while breast is obviously best, formula is second best, goddamn it. Also, in traditional cultures your neighbors or family would have pitched in to feed her. Also, it's nobody's business. How dare those harpies judge you. I actually felt I would not fully be her mother if I failed to breastfeed. That is pathetic and I fully blame breastfeeding propaganda for brainwashing me.
I crawled out of the woodwork to tell you that you haven't lived till you chew Mike & Ike together with popcorn at the movies. Trust.
@becky@twitter I took my husband to the peony stand at the farmer's market. I bade him smell them, touch them. I spelled "peony" and we repeated the name together. No dice, as of yet.
Well, I never thought us it this way before, but yeah, I made out with a 16 year old and a 42 year old when I was 25. Judge away. The 42 year old was actually the mistake.
@acefreakly same here. We found out who made the best Middle Eastern snacks and ordered big trays of it, salads, pita, feta, hummus, baba, etc. If you ask a few friends to bake cookies and cupcakes instead of a gift, they will probably thank you. You can then have the moms decorate them with whatever's cheap for flowers, we got small daisies. Beer. Wine. Soft drinks. Done.
It's like poppyseed cake, with tortillas.
We need to SERIOUSLY consider the girl's Street name along with this, in order to establish her future stripper name. Bonkers goes with everything, so I say name the pooch Bonkers.
Me: I want to write your blog.
Him: I love you, but no.
My husband compared her to the blase tornado guy.