The discussion I have to have with my ovaries every month as I approach my thirtieth birthday.
For my cake day I give you my favorite sloth gif... so far.
And the battle begins.
How I feel after spending my entire day off watching my three godchildren.
Home sweet home.
I, too, would be plotting revenge from the shrubbery.
It only happens every single time.
Ah, sweet, sweet nostalgia.
Poor adorable bastard.
The mere concept is a terrifying threat.
How my family imagines I spend all of my free time now that I'm 30 and still single.
Damned anxiety trolls.
MFW someone I haven't spoken to in four years finds me on Imgur.