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You silly supermodely little thing, you! Haven’t you heard? Only ugly women are allowed to experience pain-free natural childbirth. When you have perfect teeth and legs that go up to your eyeballs, it’s supposed to HURT when a baby comes screaming out from between them. Mkay? 

I grew up in New England. I have seen my fair share of snow. The elementary school I attended backed up to a steep double sledding hill that transformed morning recess into a winter wonderland of flying saucers, snow tubes, and colorful plastic toboggans. We wore Moon Boots, snow suits, and Freezy Freakies gloves that changed colors in the cold. We were experts at snow—or snexperts, if you will. We were prepared. 

I've seen it more than once in my marketing career (twice as a matter of fact). The eager young college student submits his or her resume, seeking "a career in pubic relations." It's an easy mistake (I guess?), but you have to wonder ... did these people proofread?

With more than 37,000 followers on Twitter, Matthew Inman, writer, illustrator, web designer and programmer of theoatmeal.com, is taking the web by storm one hilarious (and instructive!) cartoon at a time. Read The 9 Types of Crappy Handshake and weep with laughter. (Or discover what you've been doing wrong AND TAKE STEPS TO FIX IT IMMEDIATELY.)
 
 
 

For years, I’ve avoided the YMCA fitness center. I use the pool with the kids all summer and take the occasional spin class, but for the most part, I’m a runner. I run outside. It’s WHO I AM. Unless it’s 17 degrees and snowing in Nashville. Then who I am is a woman clinging to her glass of Chianti and a large brick of Vermont white cheddar.

To kick off the new year, I downloaded the Project 365 app to my

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Santa brought him everything on his (mercifully short) Christmas list.
A mandolin!
A dollhouse!
(Stop. It was a manly dollhouse.)
A tool box! 
A magic wand!
An astronaut suit!
And he played! And ate buttermilk biscuits and savory bread pudding (not to mention half a milk chocolate P for Patrick from his Christmas stocking)!
And he played some more!
And as Larry strummed a slew of Christmas carols on his own mandolin, it dawned on me that I hadn't seen that lively little Patrick in awhile ...

The Elf House. An O’Brien family tradition.

Unlike the typical advent calendar, ours is a three dimensional all-wood Swiss chalet with numbered doors, behind which Santa’s elves hide little treats each night after the boys go to bed.

For the Roommate Who Keeps Stealing Your Knee Socks: A book that started out as a Webby award winning blog (http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/), Passive Aggressive Notes: Painfully Polite & Hilariously Hostile Writings is a curated collection of post-its, warnings, refrigerator threats, and napkin-esque notes written by individuals

Strapped for cash this holiday season? There are things you can trim besides your budget.

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