Speaking of child rearing and relationships, a friend posted this this morning. [link] I feel like Jon and I have gotten to a point where we can argue empatheticly, but I fear what would happen to that if we had a kid.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Tonight's dinner ended with mug cakes. HKF thanks you all. We also had hoisin glazed scallops over spaghetti squash and sauteed garlic and spinach (plus TJs gyoza for HKF). I'm calling it a win.
Where was that Nutella mug-cake recipe again?
3 tablespoons of oil?
Oh, Raising Happiness! I heard an interview with the author on...some podcast. (Things babies ruin besides marriages: memory.) This bit?
Children do what we do, not what we tell them to do.
SO FUCKING TRUE. Half the shit I find myself yelling at Dylan about is shit I know he learned from watching me. (Personally, I blame my father, with whom I share many charming personality traits, and most of the not-so-charming ones as well.)
Thank you, ita!
3 tablespoons of oil?
Yup.
Enjoy, quester.
Speaking of Nutella, this recipe claims to be a homemade version thereof: [link]
Another upload of Ryan photos. Almost up to the return of his grandparents. [link]