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An Essay on Being Supportive (and on Boobs)
You know how people post things on the World Wide Webs that are TOTALLY Too Much Information, and you’re all, “Oh MY GOSH, STOP,” and “JEEZ,” and “What ever happened to people having a SENSE OF DECORUM and NOT SHARING All the Things with strangers??” Yeah, well; if you’re nodding your head in understanding right…
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The Day I Pooped My Closet
Dear the Internets, This is a true story. This is my true story. I lay down my dignity for you, because I love you very much. Sincerely,Beth Once upon a time, I pooped my closet. I was pregnant. With twins. Approximately 100 years pregnant with twins, judging by my size, but really only 7 months…
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I Went to the Wilderness, I Squat-Pottied in Idyllic Locations, I Didn’t Check the Internets for a Week, and Whovians Hijacked This Blog
APPARENTLY — *ahem* — there was a teeny, tiny, little hijacking of this blog whilst I was away, kayaking down the idyllic Green River for days and days, taking in stunning vistas, squat-pottying in a delightful, shared metal poop box called a groover which is not unlike a desert-powered slow cooker for collected feces, and blissfully…
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My Wife Won’t Watch Doctor Who: PLEASE HELP
Greg here, while Beth is away this week. I don’t think I’ll make the same mistake a made a few years ago. I hadn’t planned to hijack Beth’s blog, no matter what she said at the end of her previous post, but, thanks to your comments, I’ve realized I need your help. Beth writes about our…