My husband and I are both 41, with a 5-month-old daughter. We get that all the time. It’s pretty depressing, all right, especially when I say “No, my daughter,” and people get this shocked look - implying that I look much too old to have birthed a new one!
You’re both in your 40s, past the point where most people are having kids, at least traditionally. Why the fuck are you surprised when people assume an extra generation?
Hey! $95 to participate in a survey about chewing gum! I chew gum all the time, and I could use 95 bucks - sign me up! Okay, first screen done - damn. Website wasn’t tested on Safari. Okay, start up Opera - okay, all information entered again. Select one survey to continue - done. Oh, have to sign up with another company to proceed - okay, everything entered again. Back to second screen. Click yes or no for everything - done. Second screen - click yes or no for everything - okay, click yes for one. Another goddamned survey company comes up and wants me to sign up AGAIN - you know what, keep your fucking $95, you online survey scammers. You would have probably screened me out in the first round for one of my many fiscally-responsible, healthy-living habits anyway.
Yeah, online surveys that offer more than a couple bucks for participation are…not exactly a scam, but deceptive. The more common ones offer an iPod or something similar. If you do everything they want you to, by the time you’re eligible for the prize you’ve signed up for $1000+ worth of goods or services.
When and where I grew up, it wasn’t at all unusual for people to wait until their 30s to have kids. It was much more unusual to see a 20 year old with a baby than a 35 year old with a baby.
And what do people in their 30s have to do with you, oldtimer?
Because almost everyone believes that they look significantly younger than than true age. And having someone imply you’re obviously a grandparent kills your illusion that you only look to be in your thirties. Or maybe even late twenties on a good day.
Exactly! Leave me my illusions, please! Especially when I’m being all hormonal and stuff… 
There’s the same cancer telethon on four different channels!
It’s spreading!
It took me the better part of today, but I finally got all the way through this! whew!
I’m just going to get my rants in here quickly, using the Tosh.0 format of the “I hate” video.
I hate my inlaws for being backstabbing douche canoes, and yet not nearly smart enough to be good at it.
I hate worrying my ass off about money, only to know in my heart, I gotta be grateful for all the things I do have. Some days it’s hard to be grateful, and that’s shitty.
I hate the evil among us who think that burning a Qur’an is a good idea.
There’s a lot more, but that’ll do.
I believe the term is “metastasizing.”
The title of this thread is pissing me off - we didn’t get a fucking summer this year. One day over 30ºC - ONE DAY! The rest of the spring and summer was extremely mediocre. I guess I shouldn’t complain too much, though - I spent a lot of time digging, and it was better to dig on a cool day than a hot one.
Please don’t call me if you’re just going to burp at me. It’s right in my ear and it’s annoying.
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA.
Can I have your number?
Well, if you’d have ASKED, maybe I could have sent one or more of our 40+ days to you. Because we had a couple of weeks when we broke 100 F, that’s about 38 to you.
Damn, beat me to it!
Hmmm, I think I take my rant back. You can keep your insane heat. 
But wait! There’s MORE! Order now and I’ll throw in 100 of our extra large mosquitoes, guaranteed to suck a small child dry in 10 minutes or less!
Our mosquitoes are scary. They aren’t as bad as they are in the wetlands of Florida and Louisiana, but they’re quite bad enough.
Holy frankincense and myrrh, Batman! I’ve just survived an olfactory assault.
I was just finishing up some scans at the copier before I left work this morning when a cloud of Axe descended upon me. I turned to see a nice looking young man on the morning shift (well, what I could see…my eyes were watering). As I GtFAway, his arm brushed the sleeve of my blouse.
Gak!!!I could smell Axe all the way back to my office. I could smell Axe all of the way home from work. I’m pretty tolerant of fragrence, but please, for the love of Mike, don’t take a bath in it!
Now one of my favorite blouses has been banished to the deck until I can get it into the laundry. 
But see, the Axe commercials TELL YOU to bathe in it.