Now I'm earwormed with "Rocky Raccoon."
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm picturing your pelvis stomping off to its room, shouting "I HATE YOU WHY DON'T YOU JUST LET ME GET A TATTOO EVERYONE ELSE HAS ONE I HATE YOU SO MUCH!"
Bwah! But also, {{{Deena}}}. What on earth does that mean?
Dear Kristin's breasts,
When Kristin loses weight, you don't have to lead the way.
Ain't it always the way?
I've looked at the family tree
My grandmothers are Iva [forgotten the middle name] and Mildred Alphonsa. So, no go there. Sara is after my mom -- she's been called Sally since childhood, so there won't be any confusion.
The men weren't great either -- Howard Crowther on my dad's side, Charles on my mom's (and Stephen wouldn't agree to Charlie, which I love, had Sara been a girl) -- but weren't awful. Stephen's family is full of Johns.
Now I'm thinking about breasts.
This isn't new.
Heh. See, I hover between a B and C cup anyway, and I hate being in between bra sizes. I have been more of a C, but now I'm creeping back to B.
{{{Deena}}} I can't believe I didn't do that before COMMing it. Do you want me to take down?
Timelies! Livejournal's back up and I don't have anything to say.
For me, losing a cup size (or several) is one of my main motivations for losing weight.
Dear Kristin's breasts,
When Kristin loses weight, you don't have to lead the way.
Ain't it always the way?
Not always. Since I've lost weight, I've gone down in band size, but my boobs have stayed the same resulting in a larger cup size. I went from a C to D/DD.
Pfft, no taking down!
I'm fine, really.
I'm picturing your pelvis stomping off to its room, shouting "I HATE YOU WHY DON'T YOU JUST LET ME GET A TATTOO EVERYONE ELSE HAS ONE I HATE YOU SO MUCH!"
Hee! Very most funny.
Bwah! But also, {{{Deena}}}. What on earth does that mean?
It just means my pelvic muscles are all crap and never recovered from the post-partum fun of two babies too close together, so we'll have to work on making them stronger and less wonky.
so we'll have to work on making them stronger and less wonky.
Soon you'll have a pelvis like Elvis.