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Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
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Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
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Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
Post happy stuff here
I am inexplicably mopey and sad sack today so I who has some happiness to share? Pictures of pets and babies greatly appreciated.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Re: Post happy stuff here
Connor seems to be feeling better after being sick, that's super happy news around here.
Also, the big "landmark event" (as coined by a 40 year vet in our industry) project that I've been working on pretty much full time for the last two years is about a week and a half away from Go-Time. I'm stupid excited about it all.
Haha, my vagina isn't making me sad! But I do want to put it in time out after last night's escapades. Okay, here goes. I was walking to PF Chang's last night and I felt my period start. No big deal, as soon as we're seated, I'll run to the restroom. But then on the escalator (it's a mall location) I felt something running down my legs. I looked down and I was GUSHING blood. And I was wearing a knee-length dress. I was torn between being freaked out and mortified because it looked like someone had just shot me in my vagina. And there were people on the escalator. I used my cardigan to sort of wipe it up and also hold to try to cover it up and RAN to the bathroom. As luck would have it, there were two teenage boys lounging on the couches outside the restroom area AND there was a man cleaning the hallway outside. Perfect! Just who I want to witness my humiliation.
I have never bled so much in my life.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Stanley doesn't want you to be sad. Instead, he wants you to roll around on in his blanket (covered in cat hair) with him and cuddle.
ETA: Not link to my FB.
"Once I got a bath bomb that, once exploded, filled the tub with confetti. Little sharp metallic pieces of confetti. The product description said nothing about confetti. Oh look, there's a tiny, sharp metallic blue star stabbing me in the labia. HOW RELAXING. " - NoisyPenguin
Are you nervous AND excited, Wendy? Things like that always make my nerves a little jangly.
I keep thinking of what I witnessed when I dropped in to see Ian yesterday afternoon at daycare, and it's making me laugh. He doesn't walk on his own yet, but cruises along furniture and apparently loves the walking toys at d/c.
So yesterday, I popped in to say hello and he was outside with the three other kids who can tolerate the outdoors. He was pushing the walker, but RUNNING behind it. The daycare lady could barely keep up with him and was holding him by the back of his overalls to keep him from falling flat on his face. Every once in a while she'd lift him off the ground to slow him down and his little legs would just keep churning. It was hysterical.
Thank goodness Stanley is here to erase the trauma of you using your cardigan for.....*shudder*
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Oh my god, moo. That is awful.
I'm cringing for you, dude.
The nerve!
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Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Thank you, SB. At least someone has a heart. Unlike Cali, who is just ashamed of me.
Afterward, thinking about it, I'm sort of glad it happened when it did and not when I was already seated because then I would have been the girl who threw her napkin over her chair and pushed it way in and ran out of the restaurant, never to return.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Jeebus Moo, that's like every teenage girl's worst nightmare.
Here's one of the perks of getting pregnant, besides not having a period.
GAH! that's not happy.
well, glad to see you're still a trainwreck.
STOP HAVING A PERIOD MOO! LOSER!
You make some damn cute kids, Kristen. I also love your sheets.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Holy crap, Moo! That's awful.
Kay, that story is hysterical!
Kay, I'm definitely nervous too. Stress and emotions are running high in our office right now sice its the biggest project our site has ever done. There are 3 of us who have been on this since the proposal though so it's pretty exciting to see it all come together.
Oh I'm definitely laughing today, no worries! And I'm sure I gave some teenage boys a thrill to gross out their friends talking about that old lady running to the bathroom.
What is the project, Wendy? Or is it top secret?
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Nah, it's not top secret. It's an Electromagnetic Pulse Test of a military aircraft. It's got a crew of about 85 people (which we'll be using for the test) and it's a billion dollar aircraft, so it feels like a huge deal. I heard Congress was briefed last week on this test.
ET: Make it more generic, so that googling didn't result in pictures and my employer name.
Uhhhh. Ummm. ::Scratches head:: I... Okay?
My friend was in an art class where the nude model suddenly started bleeding all over the table. :-/ She excused herself, came back to the class (who would come back after that!?!) and exclaimed loudly, "Well, glad I'm not pregnant!" The best part - she came back in black undies with a huge pad....with wings.
Sorry. That wasn't happy.
Does my gangster dog help?
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
If I could see one YouTube video for the rest of my life I would want it to be of this.
that's awesome wendy! congrats!
and kiz, that story is indescribable.
That is WAY worse than mine. Wow. At least she's ... um ... yeah, I think that is one situation where one should just run out the door and never come back.
I do like your doggie, though!
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Not everything. Just electronics, particularly those with solid state electronics. And the power grid, of course.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
Is this what we were vibing for? Hooray! Maybe now he'll appreciate your friend chicken and biscuits. With new shoes.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I keep thinking of Ocean's 11, where Basher uses the "pinch" to knock out the power in Las Vegas.
Yeah, I dunno, Christin. Unexpected heavy flow only happens to losers like me, i guess!
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.