Alright, here's another question that I thought was too specific to get into on RG, but, as it turns out, about 99.9% of the people who read here are presently living in New York City and contemplating fleeing. Or at least that's how it appears from my email inbox lately: I've gotten email after email after email from people (mostly new parents) saying, in a nutshell, this:

Yes. It is.

Let me tell you something: We're moving because of Kendrick's job and because we both have always wanted to live in California, but if not for those factors, I would happily live in the river towns for the rest of my life. But there are a lot of them, and a lot of factors to consider, so I thought I'd take a moment to break it down for you.

This is not my home office. But I would like it to be please.

Can we all agree that Amazon Prime is sort of the best? I love it. Because here's the thing: when you live in a major city and don't have two very small yet very heavy people to carry everywhere you go, nipping out to the store for, like, envelopes is no big deal. But I live in the suburbs, and those two very small yet very heavy people live with me. In other words: there is no store-nipping in my life these days. There are only massive, vaguely hellish three-hour excursions to Bed Bath & Beyond during which I manage to buy exactly none of what I came for because by the time I get to the checkout line my children are Officially Done and I cannot exist in the store for one single more moment.

Anyway, Prime is great, and I've started ordering literally everything in my life from Amazon. Yesterday I was trying to remember the name of a product I'd ordered a couple of months ago, and so I started scrolling through my Recent Orders (as well as the products that I apparently occasionally "Save For Later" even though I have zero recollection of doing so), and goodness, are the things I buy there ever random.

Guess what I got really, really good at last week?

Existing in an airport with a three-year-old.

When we came to terms with the fact that yup, our flight was leaving without us and settled in at 8AM with a good twelve-plus hours before we could even begin thinking about boarding on the horizon, I was not a happy camper. I mean, airports are fun for about twenty minutes when you're buying fashion magazines and eating Mounds bars, and then they become a whole lot less fun and a whole lot more Groundhog Day-ish (with a dash of The Shining thrown in), and you would just like to get on the plane now, please. I can't even entertain myself in an airport for that long; the idea of keeping my son non-miserable was intimidating, to say the least.

But?

So apparently I wear crop tops now. Or at least I wear this one.

In my shopping cart right now: these. FINALLY.

I have discovered my new favorite product, and it is called the Banana Bunker (Groupon Posted This Product On Facebook, And The Comments That Followed Are A Masterpiece, via Distractify.)