When my daughter tells me she hates me I'm going to eat a whole cake myself.

So the hardware issue this morning? Fried motherboard. So that failover procedure we've been wanting to develop but haven't had the time or resources for? Yeah, it got put together today on the fly.

It was a Monday of epic proportions.

That sounds awfully epic, sarameg. Wow.

I too have heard of rubbing alcohol for stretching shoes. Also, broomstick.

I have watermelon. It is delicious! I also have very painful calves. WTF, legs? I mean, I walked a lot yesterday, but still! Why so ridiculously pained? I wasn't, like, stretching up on my toes every minute to look over anyone or anything!

I know I'll like adding it to the images running through my head as I fall asleep shortly...

INORITE?!?!?!?

Because I love you, here's another wet Alex O'Loughlin with fish! (yeah, I didn't notice them at first either.)

I know I'll like adding it to the images running through my head as I fall asleep shortly...

Feeling your pain. I ordered contacts for overnight delivery on Thursday. Still wearing my glasses, supposedly will get them by tomorrow. They have, of course, refunded my shipping costs, but I'm SALTY.

I had turkey burgers tonight. The kids--and the DH--have been obsessed with them lately.

When my daughter tells me she hates me I'm going to eat a whole cake myself.

Dang, I guess I'm the only bad mom here because my kids said they hated me when they were toddlers.

Dang, I guess I'm the only bad mom here because my kids said they hated me when they were toddlers.

Oh good lord, no. Both of my kids have tried hating on me in their younger days when they didn't get what they wanted and were trying to hurt me.

I think I said something like, "What a mean thing to say! I love you and I will always love you. Quit being an asshole."

If we go a month or two without an I Hate You screamed at me, that is a notable. The cake would really not work here.

I haven't read the cake hate article, but pretty sure it would have brought a lot of laughter in my family. My nephews have uttered the hate-you thing to be met with a deadpan syrupy sweet-sarcastic bubble-burster. Hell, I've recounted here before how my mom, thrown a "I hate you" when I was in my early teens, met it with a factual "I love you but I don't like you right now" and after I came off my drama, I got it. I still get it. There are people I've loved who I don't like for periods of time. It's complicated.

But I will state that I do hate the bug bites on my knuckle and inner wrist. Nothing to love or like there.

But cake would be nice. What if it was just a cake for you msbelle, and it said "The Nicest"? And then you could prove it by giving a piece to mac.

This is hilarious. My kids are watching Yo Gabba Gabba right now. Seriously?

Ginger, thank you for the rubbing alcohol trick for stretching shoes! It feels like it is going to work very well. I'm wearing my thickest socks with the shoes right now (to help with the stretching), and I can tell they've loosened up.