No, this guy is not present. I obviously checked.
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What Mother’s Day Really Means
Mother’s Day means getting together with your friends whose moms live out of state, and honoring them by toasting homemade Bloody Marys and getting drunk before noon.
Because that’s what our moms would have wanted.
Also because we are not moms. So we can.
Social Media Problems
The boom of social media has made it really difficult for me to wear the same exact outfit every day.
Regardless, doin’ it.
#allyouneedisonesummerdress
This Cornball
Weirdly what I hate most about this is his choice of talk show host.
I hate it all, though.
New Parents Are So Sensitive
I don’t get it– my sister and brother in law are totally fine with me calling my chubby-cheeked baby nephew “little porker” or “my little pork pie,” but the second I suggest we stick an apple in his mouth and roast him over a fire, they get all weird.
This Nazi
No I’m fine with all that, I just don’t date blondes.
Standards In My 30s
There was a time when I would only agree to first dates with smart, funny, higher-educated, upper middle class Jewish men.
Now…
I blame you, NYC.
Things I Thought Were Self-Explanatory
Dear Parents,
If you volunteer to chaperone a school field trip, you must stay awake while on said trip.
Thanks.
Miss Emily
P.S. No, seriously. Wake up, ma’am.
Ebola Mom, Part 31
(continuation of Ebola Mom Part 30 and part of the Ebola Mom series)
I responded. She had nothing to say back.
I think we’re in a fight now.
Being best friends is hard.
This Should Go Well
“Do you know how to get there? Because I do not.”
— our field trip bus driver, aka the man responsible for knowing how to get there.
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