This sounds like a really great idea.
I've wrestled in jello before, so I'm not too sure about the idea of bathing in it.
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This sounds like a really great idea.
I've wrestled in jello before, so I'm not too sure about the idea of bathing in it.
I've wrestled in jello before
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I like the sound of the warmth retention, but the consistency would definitely take getting used to.
I've wrestled in jello before
Pardon???
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It was college, AGES ago. And all photographic evidence of said match was destroyed.
I will note, however, that I was a member of the only female team to beat their male opponent. (And he was a soccer player--not a wimp!)
12 years of Catholic school teachers and my father. Charmed may come after years of therapy.
I'll have to take your word on it, as a non-target of the Doom voice.
It was college, AGES ago. And all photographic evidence of said match was destroyed.
There should be rules against said destruction, IJS.
Deena's babies should give her a break. (Are you sure you aren't allowed to duct tape them to a wall?)
I think there was something else I was going to say, but "I've wrestled in jello" drove it out of my mind.
There should be rules against said destruction, IJS
Actually, I lied. There are still two photos. But I lack a scanner, so I can't show them to anyone.
Come on, people! Let's hear your daring college antics! I know I'm not the only one here willing to admit youthful indiscretions.
I gotta say, "I've wrestled in Jello" is a good mantra for blanking the mind. I may use that with my next attempt at a relaxation technique.
Meara, I don't diagnose everything yet, just the stuff I've run into before. Otherwise, that would be a good job to have.
The babies are mostly behaving. I bought them washable markers this morning. They painted themselves. There was paper, but they seemed less inclined to use that than themselves. But, hey, washable. Better than dirt. Also the dirt is cleaned up and half of the living room is tidy, Aidan's down for his nap and Kara's watching her favorite show. I have a half hour of peace, easy.
I do miss "me" time.
Oh, and it wasn't for money, I was fully clothed (a U2 t-shirt and cut-off sweats) and the flavor was cherry.