Okokok. Here’s what I want to know. Which one of you sickos is responsible for this disclaimer:
C’mon! Fess up. Stand up with pride. Who served up a binkytini to their lil darling, for just a few hours of precious sleep. Don’t be shy, now. I’m not condemning you. Oh no. I know far too well that desperate times call for desperate measures.
Sarah recently asked your friendly neighborhood jmanthe best way to make hard boiled eggs. Which, apparently, is more of an exact science than it appears. I mean, sure…you can just dump the eggs in water and “boil the shit out of them” as my mother would say. But…that leaves the yolk tasting like, well…unhappiness. So, I grabbed my handy dandy notebook iPad and pulled up the instructions for boiling the perfect hard boiled eggs off the internets for her.
It was a trick question. “Maybe” never ever ever ever means “yes”. When you’re a parent (even when you’re not), whenever you toss out the word “maybe” as an answer to a question, 9.999999 times out of 10, you really mean “no”. But, you don’t want to hear any crap from the Asker (or is it “Askee”?!? I always get the “ee” and the “er” mixed up). All’s you really want is for the Asker to go into some other room and leave you alone, with as little fuss as possible.