Ridiculous

As the saying goes, if you have nothing nice to say, write a polite note to passive aggressively get your point across! Allow us a moment to translate our favorite "polite notes" ...

The "Follow-Up" Email

WARNING: If you have a weak stomach, you might want to stop reading now. I was pretty lucky during my pregnancy with Miranda—no morning sickness, no throwing up. Things were going great. Well, one Sunday evening, Lorin (my husband) and I were resting on our queen-sized bed in our little apartment in Rexburg, Idaho. At some point, Lorin decided it was a good idea to clean out his belly button lint and start throwing it in the air above our faces.

~Submitted by Grace

Via: Flickr, Myrone Delacruz

You can’t really explain what “awkward” means to a child because they just haven’t experienced it yet.

I know what you're thinking, “Is that fire shooting up from manholes about a block away from where you live?”

I don't know if you know this, but I'm a professional meditator.*

It all began when I decided to kick my spirituality up a notch and started incorporating meditation to my daily routine. The rigors of starting a business while trying to be constantly creative has kept my brain spouting off like it’s on a bad mushroom trip - and I’m not talking the truffle variety for you prudes.

In truth, I’ve really enjoyed it. It has kept me focused on my purpose, not results. On serving others, not who can serve me.

The other day we read a post on Babble.com entitled Top 10 Things Mothers Do Better Than Fathers.  It has created an explosion of anger as commentators accused the author of sexism, gender stereotyping, and the ultimate sin - accusing all men of forgetting to bring diaper bags on errands.

A couple days ago, Anna and Jenny experienced a tension-filled conversation that felt like daggers to their hearts.  It's not easy running a business (I use the term business in relation to this website pretty loosely here) and when deadlines hit, sometimes tensions run high. Like most arguments, it centered around miscommunication.

Anna decided to extend the first olive branch to reconciliation by sending Jenny this:

Looking back at my time as a teacher,  I realized I was a freak with superhuman powers. Let me explain...

I don’t want to brag, but when I make a New Years resolution, I keep it. Until I don’t keep it, which pretty much happens every year. (Note: this will be the hook for tomorrow’s eCard. Try and act surprised when you see it. Thanks.)

I always find the week between Christmas and New Years Day a little awkward. I’ve already made my resolutions, so right after Christmas, I’m usually anxious to start them. Mostly because my pants are tight.

“Why don’t you just buy those incredible stretchy “pajama jeans” to help get you through?” I can hear you saying.