So, imagine you're a disabled person and replacing knobs with levers isn't an aesthetic choice but a practical necessity. It's the same amount of money for them, and they don't get the option of shrugging and saying, "Fuck it, let the raptors come."
Gawker had an article up over the summer discussing how your aging process may be influenced by your mother's mitochondrial DNA. Without delving too much into the science of it, I found the tone of the article a little interesting.
Yup. And it sounds like you're expected to eat with these people most nights, help cook for them, occasionally watch their children, and keep cars to the periphery of the community.
I feel very responsible all of a sudden.
So many people are so terrible about this, at least around where I live. Drunk boating can be scarier than drunk driving, though I suppose a lot of summer partiers tend to overlook the whole drowning thing.
So, you guys remember Lindy's post on her CSA basket of farm-fresh veggies that got delivered to her every week? I didn't think there'd be a CSA where I am. There is. I signed up late, but apparently they put me on their list anyway. I feel all special and stuff.
So, Jezemoms, what books do you like to read to your (very young) children? I'm going to be an aunt this summer. I've already bought my sister a nice, practical gift off her registry, but since my mother dinnercoma and my sister breakfastcoma and I are all voracious readers and I'll be the baby's only aunt, I though…
Can we please ban this person?