Possible new rule for bake sales in NYC public schools: they can only sell foods from an approved list, which includes a bunch of packaged things, including two kinds of Doritos and one flavor of Pop-Tarts, but homemade stuff is not allowed. The goal is to combat childhood obesity. [link]

it put me in an utterly HULK SMASH place

I'm so pissed I changed my tag.

OMG, Matt, somehow we ended up on top of each other...what a waste for you!

I totally want one of these:

Scare neighbors with a gigantic T-Rex statue

Normally, I'd say that lawn ornaments are lame. But this T-Rex is no normal lawn ornament. Standing 11 feet high and stretching out 22 feet long, this amazing specimen is guaranteed to make all the neighborhood kids think you're the coolest guy in the world while simultaneously making all their parents forbid them from coming near your yard. And isn't that what lawn ornaments are all about?

This bad boy can be yours for a mere $7,500. What are you waiting for?!

Scare neighbors with a gigantic T-Rex statue

Want! Of course, I used to gaze with hopeless envy at the concrete Sinclair gas brontosaurus a guy in Nashville had in his front yard.

Speaking of hopeless envy, msbelle's "one of the closets in my bedroom" also had that effect on me. My house has one three-foot-wide closet with two-foot-wide door per bedroom.

From the comments on that bake sale article. (The reason given for banning homemade baked goods is that they don't have standard portion sizes and verified calorie counts.) A commenter says:

How would you know if the home goods were made in a safe, sterile environment? I would never allow my child or any member of my family take food made in a strangers home.

Apparently it's a miracle that I survived my twelve years of public school bake sales.

Apparently it's a miracle that I survived my twelve years of public school bake sales.

Or eating anywhere besides your family's home.

I'm pretty sure no one's home is a sterile environment. Except John Travolta when he was the boy in the bubble.

wrod. or that snotty guy on Seinfeld.

I am trying very hard not to lose my shit. I go through all the trouble of planning out meals, putting together a shopping list etc. I made pizza on Sunday instead of our Saturday night, make-together fun meal because Jon had to work. I made soup last night because we had pizza when I was supposed to make soup and Jon forgot to put out the Italian sausage to thaw. Guess who forgot again today, which means I make the pasta tomorrow instead of having a frozen dinner to celebrate the middle of the week and maybe go have a drink? So now I'll do the drink tonight with frozen dinner or leftover pizza, cook tomorrow and Thursday (Thursday was supposed to be his day to make whatever).

Please remind me these are just wrinkles.