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Asia and 7 of her friends had oysters, salmon, asparagus, croissants and 6 bottles of wine up on the roof. They thought the night was over but I put them into an SUV to Manhattan and didn’t tell them where they were going (texts above).

They’re being locked into one of those escape rooms. I rented out the whole room so it would just be her and her friends. When she’s done there will be another SUV to take them for tacos and more drinks. I get such a kick doing these for Asia and her friends are so cool and game for anything.

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when you talk about politics with a friend and you don’t know their views

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this show is the realest tbh

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New Life.

Monk's brother and sister were born yesterday, three months early. His baby brother is missing the valve that pumps blood to his tiny lungs. Hes at the only hospital in the state that was able to build him one. He's building his strength for surgery in a few days. He was six pounds and his sister was four pounds, his little sister is the healthiest baby in the NICU!

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have you ever not liked someone in a romantic way and everything is cool and all then they do something small like touch your shoulder or say something funny and you just kind of freeze and think

oh

oh no

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Today has been a terribly awful day.

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My son calls me Mommio

How did you guys decide what your baby would call you, or did you give it any thought? Did you refer to yourselves as "mommy"? I call my own mother "Mama" and would call myself that, but my husband is Scottish and uses "Mum!"

I never gave it any thought, but I say mummy quite often.

Anyone else?

- D

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If a baby doesn't make someone grow up IDK what will. :/

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Lazy rainy Saturday.

We're using this day to play hotwheels and clean before we start crafts. We're currently listening to 40s-50s music. Life is grand. POS "dad" bailed on his visit, again. Out of the total of 9 supervised hours he's allowed he only used 15 minutes.

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Aw.

A friend just came out to me.

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It really saddens me

To hear someone say if a bisexual gets married they choose a sexuality. Bisexual doesn't mean confused. I don't understand this, it really isn't complicated at all.

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Rizzoli & Isles

I'm getting ready to get snuggled in bed and start a Rizzoli & Isles marathon from S1E1. I'm super happy that I have five seasons to binge on at night. I think I want to reread the series too. Yes!

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Holy crap. Gorgeous talented woman. 🙌

Sasha Alexander toned legs in a sexy two piece and strappy high heels

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Ive had two friends come back into my life within one day of each other this week.

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20 Somewhat Horrible Things I Do to My Kids That I in No Way Feel Guilty About

The following list was compiled by my wife, me, and a few other guilty parties whose names will be protected until my death. They know who they are, and they don’t feel guilty, either. ¤ I’ve been trying to use up the gross generic peanut butter that we bought a while ago. When we make sandwiches, the kids get generic. I get Jif. I’m choosy… and selfish. ¤ If we are at the end of a loaf of bread, the kids always get the butt. They think it is the “special” piece. ¤ I eat the filling out of Oreos, and give my son the gross cookie part. ¤ When the kids ask for more food after dinner, I tell them that food before bed gives them nightmares. The second their heads hit the pillow, I make a second dinner – an ice cream dinner. I sleep like a rock. ¤ We take batteries out of annoying toys and say that they are broken. Then, when we put the batteries back in, we act like we are toy-fixing gods. LOVE US, FOR WE HAVE FIXED YOUR TOY! ¤ If someone at a party gives my kids juice, I sneak it away and water it down until the only thing juicy about it is the color. If my kids ever taste real juice, their heads may explode. ¤ I steal my son’s favorite toys so he has to sit with me. ¤ I eat all the good Halloween candy. My kids are unaware of the existence of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. ¤ I stare at my daughter while she sleeps for abnormal amounts of time. ¤ I have a special signal that tells my spouse to unplug the wireless modem. Then I pretend to be really sad when we can’t watch Winnie the Pooh on Netflix for the third time that day. ¤ I have avoided teaching my kids about clocks and time, just so I can put them to bed at 6 p.m. in the winter. I am hoping this lasts until their early teens. ¤ I haven’t told my daughter that she writes the letter J backwards every time, because I secretly don’t want her to stop doing it. Ever. ¤ I tell my kids Santa exists. Not because I like having them believe in magic and giving them presents, but because I find it convenient to have a made-up, mythological being whose arbitrary judgment of right and wrong can be used to manage my children’s behavior. ¤ My youngest insists that he only likes chicken. He actually likes everything. Hamburger is “brown chicken.” Lettuce is “green chicken.” Carrots are “carrot chicken.” In our house, we have “chicken” every night. ¤ When I am mad at my daughter, I fart on the way out of her room after putting her to bed. ¤ Sometimes I will mess up the last line of the lullaby and tell her that it didn’t count, just so I can sing one more song with her. ¤ I fell asleep with a Sharpie marker in my hand and it got all over the microfiber couch. I tell everyone it was my 3-year-old. ¤ On occasion, when playing pretend with my son, I just tell him that my pretend character is pretending to take a nap. Batman takes a lot of naps in our house. ¤ When our kid was little, we used to clap and cheer when he took a tumble. We found that if we gasped and ran to him, he cried, but if we cheered, he bounced back up, proud of the show he’d put on. Now he has no fear, and we have created a monster. ¤ I love my kids too much. Like, way too much. The kind of love that is like an open wound. The kind of love that is like an exposed nerve. I am 100 percent vulnerable. My kids could destroy me, and sometimes I act just a little more pissed than I need to be, to throw them off from the truth. The truth is that they win even when they don’t know they are winning. And the truth is that I’m strangely OK with it.

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So annoyed.

A friend I hadnt spoke to in years messaged me really really early this morning when he was drunk. First he asked why I want another kid when I already have two.(Apparently he thought my nephew is my son) 😐 he started hitting on me so I told him I was gay and apparently we have catching up to do. He did not comprehend what the word 'gay' means. Once it finally clicked he asked why I hate men and who hurt me so bad. REALLLLLY!?