You get used to body fluids.
I don't have any kids yet but one thing that weirds me out right now is finishing off food that the kids have slobbered all over. Kid saliva is scary.
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You get used to body fluids.
I don't have any kids yet but one thing that weirds me out right now is finishing off food that the kids have slobbered all over. Kid saliva is scary.
We have brilliant people here. I think one of you should invent something that compresses threads (especially Bitches and Natter) so that you can read all of the current content, and still manage to have an eensy bit of a life to talk about. I met all these wonderful buffistas in the Bay Area on vacation who read and post in bitches, but I'm having a hell of a time keeping up. And then I feel guilty because P-C not only reads it all, but he reads it closely enough that he actually noticed when I changed my tag, which was really pretty cool, so I'm not complaining about that.
Perhaps I just read slowly?
I must now go, or I won't get home in time for Lost. I have a sneaking suspicion I might be back online there though!
I don't have any kids yet but one thing that weirds me out right now is finishing off food that the kids have slobbered all over.
And who does that?
Perhaps I just read slowly?
I think you probably read more thoroughly than I do. I try not to skip, but I skim insanely. Which makes me always scroll back, because a lot of times I won't really read posts until I see someone else quoting them.
And who does that?
My dad would always finish off all the food that was left on my, and my sibling's, plate. I thought all parents did it.
Oh ewww. I'll never do that. Or at least I'll try not to do that.
Ewww. I will eat the untouched biit of things like crepes Suzette, though.
Well, I stand corrected. Mostly.
My parents never did that. One of the stories my mother still tells about how disgusting our next door neighbors were when I was little was the time that, when the mothers came to pick up their children at the end of a birthday party, Mrs. T invited them in for cake and ice cream and handed each mother her child's mushed, melted ice cream plate.
I think Plei should have anything she wants. And While Princess TickyBox is a virtually perfect name? I just can't shake the urge to rub my hands together, put my persian cat in my lap, and in an Austin Powers supervillian voice say, "and I shall call her....Mini-Plei!"