The PM mainfesto doesn't bother me, exactly. It's very "some people juggle geese" to me (and thanks to juliana for the phrase -- what's it from?) I couldn't live that way, but if you're so inclined, it sounds like a peaceful and gentle life.

I always thought the term "humanism," in that context, means something like putting man above God, which is not what humanism means to me on a daily basis.

No fucking way I'm clicking the Prairie Muffin. Uh huh. I need my head intact and not 'splodey.

ignoring all the scary Prairie Muffin talk

No, she gave birth the woman I was. I gave birth to the woman I am

I like this a lot. I get along with my mom, but I still like this muchly.

"There were geese. They were juggled." It's a Wash quote from Firefly.

Actual mothers will probably disagree with my revelation.

Not me. I birth 'em, they raise themselves with outside guidance by me. The whole point of the exercise is to give them the tools to become themselves.

Oh, I found out where we picked up our virus. The lady running our Romper Room class informed me that all three of her kids were getting over a "vomiting stomach virus" from last week. D'OH!

I'm putting Owen in a bubble. He can come out when he's 16.

I'm putting Owen in a bubble. He can come out when he's 16.

At which point he'll die of a common cold.

IJS.

Happy Birthday, Laura!

There was something else, but I forgot it. So, if I should have commented on something that you said, consider it done.

Yeah, the bubble's probably out. At least this way, he'll be resistant when he gets to kindergarten.

Kids are petrie dishes.

At which point he'll die of a common cold.

But if he doesn't die, it'll make him stronger.

Wait, I guess that's an anti-bubble argument.