Therapist: “You seem irritable and agitated.”
Me: “Yup.”
Therapist: “Are you getting your period soon?”
Me: “JESUS, WHO ARE YOU– ERIC?!?!”
(silence)
Me: “Yeah I’m getting it tomorrow.”

Therapist: “You seem irritable and agitated.”
Me: “Yup.”
Therapist: “Are you getting your period soon?”
Me: “JESUS, WHO ARE YOU– ERIC?!?!”
(silence)
Me: “Yeah I’m getting it tomorrow.”

The irony in Trump’s “Second Amendment” suggestion is that the only people intelligent enough to decipher his true meaning are the people who would never listen to Trump in the first place. His supporters seem to have missed the message entirely, hearing only, “Hey, gun lovers, go grab your guns and use them to VOTE!” Because that makes complete sense.
So Trump, the next time you’re at a rally and want to sanction the assassination of your opponent, try saying it explicitly and slowly. Really enunciate.
Your people aren’t the brightest.

“Is that like an Emmy for books?”
— Eric, when I told him that the book I’m reading was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize

You know you’re doing some serious adulting when someone sends you a wedding gift thank you note that includes this line:

I still have a scar.
(Landing smack on top of Eric, who was a mere casualty in my dancing-gone-awry, did help break my fall, though.)
I imagine that when I’m pregnant one day, I will spend 1 month preparing for birth and 8 months preparing the drink I will finally get to have afterwards.
The baby thing will be learn-as-you-go, but it seems important to get that drink right.

I couldn’t wait to read this article but then I got a text.

Is it possible that everyone thinks he’s saying he’s going to build a huge MALL?
Because I get it– that would be exciting!

(related to The Computer Prompt, With Tea )
Me: “Since you’re standing next to it, can you please add ‘razor’ to my list of things to pack for this weekend?”
Eric: “Sure.”

I don’t understand.
Kid: “How come you never wear your hair down?”
Me (tired of getting this question from kids, and deciding to just be honest): “Because I am a very sweaty person, and it’s hot out, and if my hair is down, I feel even hotter and sweatier.”
Kid: “But you didn’t wear it down in winter either.”
Me: “Right, well. Like I said. I’m a very sweaty person.”
Kid: “Even if it’s not hot?”
Me: “Yes.”
Kid: “That makes no sense. You can’t sweat if you’re not hot.”
Me: “Not true. There is a feeling you can have, and it makes you sweat even if the temperature isn’t hot. It’s called anxiety.”
Kid: “I’ve heard of that. It’s when you have panic like there’s an emergency, but there’s not an emergency. The emergency is only in your head.”
Me: “That’s actually a beautiful, astoundingly mature explanation.”
Kid: “Thanks.”
(pause)
Kid: “Oh, I know! It’s like having to poop real bad and thinking there’s no toilet, but there really IS a toilet, you just don’t see it because a big tree or, like, something, is blocking it, but if you could just, like, turn your head or chop down the tree you’ll see the toilet and it’ll be fine. You really can poop after all! Like, not in your pants or anything!”
Yeah maybe quit while you’re ahead.
