Just don't ask me to deliver any more satyr babies and we'll get along great.
Being married cuts on your freedom. Having a husband or a relationship at all puts constraints on you. by Michael.
Ours is an age of pedagogy. Anxious parents instruct their children more and more, at younger and younger ages, until they're reading books to babies in the womb.
I'm finally watching 'Mad Men.' As a child of the '60s, I can't believe how old everything looks! I am the age of baby Eugene.
I felt we really couldn't be separated that much. I'd had a baby, and I was traveling and working alone while he was in the Army. It was very difficult-the phone calls and all of that. I really was very depressed.
I have tried in my role of being one of the first women at Google, let alone the first woman to have a baby, to really try to set the tone that this is a great place to work for diversity reasons.
My baby is amazing; even his head smells amazing. His breath, the whole thing, you could eat him! He's a big, beautiful boy. He's great.
I have been to anger management twice. After the first session the lady was like, 'Baby, you don't seem that angry at all. You seem like a really nice guy.'
My hair looked like a baby oppossum had taken refuge in it, invited some friends over, and thrown a party.
Oh baby, your planet sounds like paradise but it just doesn't fly down here in the trenches.
So you're the guy who did the no-no cha-cha with my baby sister.
Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
Abandoned babies are unfortunate unwanted results of a once urgent desire to have an orgasm
Yet, we must never 'throw the baby out with the bathwater'". ~R. Alan Woods [2012]
Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.
Her life was like a burst of wild, flowing Chinese calligraphy, written under the influence of alcohol.
No wife wants to hear that her husband is less than perfect.
He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it.
Enough with the sadness! This dream is not for cry-babies...” he said, his face beaming with a wide smile.
Mardi Gras, baby. Mardi Gras. Time when all manner of weird shit cuts loose and parties down.
Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder.
