Well, I'm dead now. OF THE CUTE.

I think that literally would cause Kristin Bell to have a heart attack.

I really don't get sloths and how they can contribute so massively to the quality of someone's day. Like, if my mother or daughter or wife or whatever said the best day of her life was when a tree dwelling mammal couldn't even disengage a flower from its claws itself, I'd be wondering about the quality of the time we'd spent together up to that point.

And, damn, that chicken/goat cheese wrap was almost delish, but the chicken was a little burnt, and the portion is too small--I want to eat 3/4 of it, not 1/2. What use is 1/4 of a wrap?

But the FACE, the face on that baby sloth is just so damn sweet.

I think that literally would cause Kristin Bell to have a heart attack.

I was a little nervous watching pregnant Kristen Bell on Ellen being presented with a sloth.

I really don't get sloths and how they can contribute so massively to the quality of someone's day. Like, if my mother or daughter or wife or whatever said the best day of her life was when a tree dwelling mammal couldn't even disengage a flower from its claws itself, I'd be wondering about the quality of the time we'd spent together up to that point.

On the one hand, you have no magic in your heart, ita. On the other? You're right. If that's the best day of your life, your life has been a bit bereft.

I think that literally would cause Kristin Bell to have a heart attack.

This was pretty much my first thought.

Have gotten more done today than in a long time, but must hit the store; snow's a-comin', but really, we would have had to go tonight anyway.

Pretty IP. Mine was very me!

you have no magic in your heart, ita

Let me put it this way--the time I've spent with you will always be more special than any time I can (legally) spend with a sloth.

Call me magically picky, I'm okay with that.

And if you have any illegal sloth info--hook a sista up?

What if you could spend time with us AND a sloth? Would that be more special than just time with us?

How does sloth meat taste?

Also, no. I understand they eat and shit and don't clean up after themselves, so no.

I just read a Lifehacker article where Tessa Miller, an engineer at Coursera, who gives the following time saving tips:

This one's for the women: I ditched my purse. Now, instead of storing my phone and wallet in my purse or in a purse stuffed in my backpack, and having to rummage through it to find them, I've discovered a much better way: just tuck them under tank top or sports bra straps. It's super easy to pull them out and stuff them back in when you need them, especially when you're on your bike, and hey, as an added bonus: it's like built-in padding!

Another one for women: the IUD. It will save 12 years of you having to remember something twice a day, and 12 years of worrying that you have to spread your salary across 2 humans instead of 1.

Seriously? My bra fits. Fits my boobs and my body, I mean. How is sticking my phone into it padding, and isn't the key thing learning to live with less stuff, rather than transferring it from your bag to your breasts?

I don't even know where to start boggling on the birth control phrasing, but the bra thing is really weird to me. The set of things that work for me and the set of things I'd recommend to other people are not identical. Stuffing crap in your sports bra is pretty individual. Never mind what you stuff up your vadge.