See, I was going to say that, but then I looked at it and thought, "That looks so, so wrong."
I know! I kept going to edit to clarify, but decided I could just trust you people to know what I meant.
'Safe'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
See, I was going to say that, but then I looked at it and thought, "That looks so, so wrong."
I know! I kept going to edit to clarify, but decided I could just trust you people to know what I meant.
Don't you think the real issue is how much of your time every day is spent devoted to each item, and in what capacity? Like sex, even if you're having it every day, tends to be a low time commitment: high reward kind of activity. Whereas raising kids? Not actually a singular activity, hence significant time commitment: varying levels of reward. Religion I'm gonna say more like the kids things. And alcohol? Low time commitment: low reward.
My reaction on Facebook was to repost a link to Moxie's blog post about parenting-the-job vs parenting-the-relationship. Parenting jobs (changing diapers, wiping noses, scheduling extracurriculars) are way less fun than either sex or alcohol, but neither of those two things give you the parenting relationship that having kids does. Well, sex might, eventually. But it's a completely different metric of "happy"
It should probably also be considered that something that involves love can't really be compared to something that doesn't. People you love have the power to make you unhappy like nothing else on the planet, but the peaks are magnified just as much as the valleys.
This coffee popsicle is making me pretty happy. I think I have found my preferred summertime weekend caffeine delivery system.
I believe those might have to be a topic of discussion later today , -t
Well, put it on the agenda. Maybe between "Dogs: pretty cute, right?" and "Drinks that go with strawberries"
A coffee popsicle would be amazing if it weren't fifty degrees here. Where'd the spring go???
May is fickle, weather-wise.
51 is warm enough to have the windows open! ::wears a sweater::
You know, I've made coffee ice cubes, but I never thought of coffee popsicles! Brilliant.
So I'm on the train and the woman across the aisle is painting her nails. I see where it seems like a good idea, with all the time sitting still, but the fumes are just rude. Ion, the woman who sat down next to me asked if she could leave her stuff here while she went to sit in the cafe car. HELL YES. Seat taken with no one in it? Perfect.