The cave does not have Internet access.
My theoretical child has a good chance of being stillborn or dying as a newborn. Good thing I'm never having kids anyway. And I'm too mentally unstable to ever be fit to adopt a child.
Do you ever wish that all parents were required to take a class before having kids? I mean, if agencies are so picky about choosing adoptive parents, why can't this country do something to prepare people who have the privilege to have their own biological children?
And if you don't have an answer to that question, how about this one: why can you only bring a folding bike on the green line, but you can bring the world's biggest stroller on at any time of the day, including rush hour when it takes me two hours to get to work because there is not enough room on the train?
Wedding dress shopping this Saturday. I'm nervous about it, to be perfectly honest. My dress has kind of been the symbol of me being completely and utterly unprepared to plan a wedding (the checklist The Knot has said I was supposed to order -- not search for, but actually order -- my dress over a month ago now). I'm not forward enough to pick up a phone or haggle on prices. I'm certainly not the type that likes to follow up on, well, anything. I think someone living in a cave in Siberia who communicates using only smoke signals would be a better wedding planner than I am.
Do you ever wish that all parents were required to take a class before having kids? I mean, if agencies are so picky about choosing adoptive parents, why can't this country do something to prepare people who have the privilege to have their own biological children?
And if you don't have an answer to that question, how about this one: why can you only bring a folding bike on the green line, but you can bring the world's biggest stroller on at any time of the day, including rush hour when it takes me two hours to get to work because there is not enough room on the train?
Wedding dress shopping this Saturday. I'm nervous about it, to be perfectly honest. My dress has kind of been the symbol of me being completely and utterly unprepared to plan a wedding (the checklist The Knot has said I was supposed to order -- not search for, but actually order -- my dress over a month ago now). I'm not forward enough to pick up a phone or haggle on prices. I'm certainly not the type that likes to follow up on, well, anything. I think someone living in a cave in Siberia who communicates using only smoke signals would be a better wedding planner than I am.
