Hmmm. So, I guess my plan is to get a soft-sided AND a hard-sided carrier, put him in the soft-side and hope they let me take him into the cabin (especialy if it's below 10), and if not, put him in the hard-side and let him ride in the cargo (if it's above 10). Okay. Thanks.

Just be extra good-lookin' that day and you should be fine.

Being a mom is HARD.

It really, really, really is. It's the hardest job I do, and the most guilt-ridden.

It really, really, really is. It's the hardest job I do, and the most guilt-ridden.

Maybe you should try being a hitman!

Wow. I'm not sure I'd be mature enough to ask for conflict mediation if someone were to hit me.

The thing is, unless you're sure you're going to win the fight, it's not as much about maturity as about self-protection. You call the principal in, there's a good chance the fight stops and the guy is punished. You throw a punch, you get beat up, the principal STILL gets called in, you're both punished.

The great thing about life after middle school is that you are so seldom held captive with people who despise you and whom you despise. Self-defense may be necessary on the streets, but it isn't necessary to keep your lunch money.

Maybe you should try being a hitman!

I can't figure out where to buy the conscience-ectomy.

I can't figure out where to buy the conscience-ectomy.

Ask Dick Chaney where he had his done.

Sigh.

Can I request some strength-ma? My best friend of the wedding and ring sagas got pregnant on her honeymoon. She's been having some issues, but the heartbeat was strong as of Monday.

Tuesday, it stopped. They just found out today and she's having a D&C tomorrow. They, and I, are heartbroken. So a little strength-ma for them, por favor.

Thanks.

Innocent people don't get hits called out on them. "If I'm there, they probably deserve it." (/Martin Blank)

Oh, Aimee, I'm so sorry for your friend. Much ~ma headed her way.

The great thing about life after middle school is that you are so seldom held captive with people who despise you and whom you despise.

This is so true, and it bears repeating. I think if I ever feel unhappy with my current lot in life, I'll remember this and be thankful.

Oh, Empress. My thoughts are with you and your friend.

I went through something similar with CJ...yes, you read that right. This was when I was MUCH heavier. They told me there was no heartbeat and we asked for a second opinion. They tested again a week later and between the fact that I was not as far along as originally thought, and my size, they had missed it the first time. That week wait was AWFUL.