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.

Oh, and yeah agreed that's crazy, unless your kid had allergies, but then wouldn't you be super vigilant anyway?

Please remind me these are just wrinkles.

They are not wrinkles, they are wisdom lines.

It's just...the reason I set everything up the way I did was because I knew I'd be tired of cooking by tomorrow. Not tired of it yet, and now I'm afraid of losing the momentum.

I know it's kind of a tough it up and deal kind of problem, but this is how I was tricking myself into cooking a bunch.

How on EARTH is that nesting??? I nearly fell to my death trying to buy an imaginary sofa! And we have a perfectly nice sofa!

Apparently, your nesting involves building an actual nest.

If you are female and HAVE EVERY HAD A PENIS IN YOU you should be in Just In Case mode at all times.

Well. Only if you did it, you know, the-- what's that word I'm looking for? The other way.