I want my 4-year-old son to know that it's totally OK with me if he's gay. In fact, deep down, I might secretly want him to be.
Yesterday it was revealed that the octuplets mother Nadya Suleman has been offered a whopping $1,000,000 to do porn. Personally, I think she should to do it!
I thought I'd safely escaped the horrors of high school, but I was wrong. Just like my reality show guilty pleasure, I found myself in a real-life mean girls dilemma that left me feeling like I was back in fifth period gym.
Why is it that when my husband "helps" me with something, it always ends up being more work for me?
This economic downturn is having a very serious effect on everything in my life. But what's most worrisome is what it's doing to my vagina.
Yesterday when I was leaving the house, I noticed dog poop in the yard. Rather than head back into the house to get a bag, I actually considered picking it up with my hands and throwing it in the bin. That made me wonder: "Who the hell have I become?"
There's no doubt that times are tough. So tough that many of the women I know are working while their husbands, due to layoffs and job shortages, are staying home with the kids. If you ask me, this recession is a blessing.
This morning, I did something completely natural, and now I'm worried that my child could be scarred (or should I say scared) for life. What did I do? I inserted a tampon in front of my son.