She also had a thread where she complained about how "mean" it was that people were pointing out that taking her older kid with her to the RE's office was insensitive to other patients.
1. I want the same purse as everyone else, but I want a different color so I'm not EXACTLY the same. 2. I'm mad at my husband for not giving me the gift I wanted even though I didn't give him any hints or establish the expectation for a gift. 3. My yoga instructor is wearing a Make America Great Again tshirt to every class, but it's the only class that works with my schedule. 4. My pussy hat is too tight. 5. Someone is either attempting to abduct my children and send them into a human trafficking ring OR it's fine to leave them alone when I go to Target. There is no in-between.
1. I want the same purse as everyone else, but I want a different color so I'm not EXACTLY the same. 2. I'm mad at my husband for not giving me the gift I wanted even though I didn't give him any hints or establish the expectation for a gift. 3. My yoga instructor is wearing a Make America Great Again tshirt to every class, but it's the only class that works with my schedule. 4. My pussy hat is too tight. 5. Someone is either attempting to abduct my children and send them into a human trafficking ring OR it's fine to leave them alone when I go to Target. There is no in-between.
1. I want the same purse as everyone else, but I want a different color so I'm not EXACTLY the same. 2. I'm mad at my husband for not giving me the gift I wanted even though I didn't give him any hints or establish the expectation for a gift. 3. My yoga instructor is wearing a Make America Great Again tshirt to every class, but it's the only class that works with my schedule. 4. My pussy hat is too tight. 5. Someone is either attempting to abduct my children and send them into a human trafficking ring OR it's fine to leave them alone when I go to Target. There is no in-between.
The human trafficking stuff is my favourite. Like, really? There were ethnic people at IKEA and they looked at your kids? The horror.
1. I want the same purse as everyone else, but I want a different color so I'm not EXACTLY the same. 2. I'm mad at my husband for not giving me the gift I wanted even though I didn't give him any hints or establish the expectation for a gift. 3. My yoga instructor is wearing a Make America Great Again tshirt to every class, but it's the only class that works with my schedule. 4. My pussy hat is too tight. 5. Someone is either attempting to abduct my children and send them into a human trafficking ring OR it's fine to leave them alone when I go to Target. There is no in-between.
6. Is this safe to eat?
7. How can I get my husband not to defecate on my living room floor when company comes? It's so embarrassing. 8. Am I allowed to feel _______________________? 9. Nobody wants to hear about my business. I'm a business owner. A boss babe. I sell lipstick.
Plantation party was Elle's husband's friend's bachelor party and he either knew in advance or didn't leave when it broke out because of being long term friends or something about either alcohol or alcoholism, I can't remember. Which is why I was always surprised at the "oh ellllllle you're totally the smartest ever and I can't wait to hire as my lawyer one day!!"
I was insanely busy at work today so I'm typing this in my work clothes sitting at the foot of my stairs where I have been catching up.
Elle's constant stream of bragplaining and doling out advice on criminal law (even though she didn't even practice in that area) was always hilarious to me.
Don't forget she had a dog anecdote for all of your kid problems. Birthday party question? Oh she can tell you all about how her dog nanny would handle that
I'm still fixated on this yacht burger. So it was prepared at 3 AM, and she was sent packing at 4? That's not a timeline that I would be proud of. Did she get that shit to go? I mean, damn. What if i wanted to linger over dessert? How about an early breakfast in bed instead?
And she gets pictures from his travels? How about some coins, captain? This isn't amateur hour over here.
That story is about as scintillating as LHC's erotica. I'm so embarrassed for her.
1. I want the same purse as everyone else, but I want a different color so I'm not EXACTLY the same. 2. I'm mad at my husband for not giving me the gift I wanted even though I didn't give him any hints or establish the expectation for a gift. 3. My yoga instructor is wearing a Make America Great Again tshirt to every class, but it's the only class that works with my schedule. 4. My pussy hat is too tight. 5. Someone is either attempting to abduct my children and send them into a human trafficking ring OR it's fine to leave them alone when I go to Target. There is no in-between.
This reminds me of a few years ago, on Christmas (which is important context), when my son was all OMG WORST LIFE EVER YOU DONT KNOW MY LIFE AHHHHHH over us arriving at my ILs so I said "turn off your [brand new] 3DS," and he loses it, crying and bitching. We had been traveling quite a bit and usually my kids have to leave 99% of their presents about three hours after they open them so we can travel for about 10 days to see family. So to a point I'm forgiving of a bit of too much christmas attitude but I'd obviously never let them see my weakness. Anyway, 3DS is turned off and taken away and he's still all whimpering and shit. I bust out laughing and start gasping "upper middle class white boy problems" and my husband cracks up. We still give him shit for his "problems" if he starts to whine (they are not real problems by even the most generous definition of problem). I figure the trauma of his parents laughing at him for his petty problems is outweighed by the lesson that he is privileged and should stfu with his fake as fuck "problems". (We are very kind and supportive of real problems he encounters. Just not ones like I'm not at a save point for my game!! I can't turn it off! Omg THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!)
I'm still fixated on this yacht burger. So it was prepared at 3 AM, and she was sent packing at 4? That's not a timeline that I would be proud of. Did she get that shit to go? I mean, damn. What if i wanted to linger over dessert? How about an early breakfast in bed instead? I
And she gets pictures from his travels? How about some coins, captain? This isn't amateur hour over here.
That story is about as scintillating as LHC's erotica. I'm so embarrassed for her.
I'm still fixated on this yacht burger. So it was prepared at 3 AM, and she was sent packing at 4? That's not a timeline that I would be proud of. Did she get that shit to go? I mean, damn. What if i wanted to linger over dessert? How about an early breakfast in bed instead? I
And she gets pictures from his travels? How about some coins, captain? This isn't amateur hour over here.
That story is about as scintillating as LHC's erotica. I'm so embarrassed for her.
I'm still fixated on this yacht burger. So it was prepared at 3 AM, and she was sent packing at 4? That's not a timeline that I would be proud of. Did she get that shit to go? I mean, damn. What if i wanted to linger over dessert? How about an early breakfast in bed instead? I
And she gets pictures from his travels? How about some coins, captain? This isn't amateur hour over here.
That story is about as scintillating as LHC's erotica. I'm so embarrassed for her.
Like, stories she wrote?
I really want this to be stories she wrote.
Oh yeah. This was on the nest and it was as horrifically bad as you could imagine. I think there was a sad threesome.
That shit made it to every board on the nest because I never went to ML. LHC was nest famous though because she was mean so everyone enjoyed that particular downfall moment featuring her. It was so bad. But also entertaining.
1. I want the same purse as everyone else, but I want a different color so I'm not EXACTLY the same. 2. I'm mad at my husband for not giving me the gift I wanted even though I didn't give him any hints or establish the expectation for a gift. 3. My yoga instructor is wearing a Make America Great Again tshirt to every class, but it's the only class that works with my schedule. 4. My pussy hat is too tight. 5. Someone is either attempting to abduct my children and send them into a human trafficking ring OR it's fine to leave them alone when I go to Target. There is no in-between.
This reminds me of a few years ago, on Christmas (which is important context), when my son was all OMG WORST LIFE EVER YOU DONT KNOW MY LIFE AHHHHHH over us arriving at my ILs so I said "turn off your [brand new] 3DS," and he loses it, crying and bitching. We had been traveling quite a bit and usually my kids have to leave 99% of their presents about three hours after they open them so we can travel for about 10 days to see family. So to a point I'm forgiving of a bit of too much christmas attitude but I'd obviously never let them see my weakness. Anyway, 3DS is turned off and taken away and he's still all whimpering and shit. I bust out laughing and start gasping "upper middle class white boy problems" and my husband cracks up. We still give him shit for his "problems" if he starts to whine (they are not real problems by even the most generous definition of problem). I figure the trauma of his parents laughing at him for his petty problems is outweighed by the lesson that he is privileged and should stfu with his fake as fuck "problems". (We are very kind and supportive of real problems he encounters. Just not ones like I'm not at a save point for my game!! I can't turn it off! Omg THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!)
Parents of the year!
We let my kid's bff sleep over last night, then took them to a theme park today (first time for both!). They rode whatever and ate all the crap and played rigged games until they won cheap prizes. The boy just melted down and declared it THE WORST DAY EVER because he can't find a charger and therefore can't fall asleep to an audiobook. WTF? (For real though I'm interested in having a a broad discussion at some point about not raising assholes, with a specific emphasis on entitles white boys. At ten, my kid is increasingly bombarded with outside messages and it can be overwhelming.)
7. Look at my fathers day gift for DH! Its DS/DD holding letters that spell DAD!
*please note most of the photos are all blurry and out of focus*
Corollary to 7: What should I get my H for a gift? I don't fucking care. I've never met the guy. I don't know what his interests are. You know him and I fucking don't. Why would I have a better idea about what he wants than you?