just a standard mid-20s deep tub I have one of these, and I love it. I’m going to coat mine in bath oil and bubbles tonight and do my pre-first day of teaching “I am a hip, sexy scholteacher” ritual tonight. I’‘m also going to take this advice: drain out the overflow. Now I put duct tape over that

since I also use a washcloth and my foot and this seems much more efficient. Oh! I don't know how I forgot Lillian Elizabeth

I like that a lot. And since Elixabeth is my middle name, I’m going to pretend seh’s named after me. With she, is, right? And you could call her Lilez.

If I just had one or two more of me, my life would just purr along so much more smoothly.

Isn’t MM still working on that that Evil Clone project? You EC could wear leather bloomers, and clean grout.

Clara is beautiful

I like Clara a lot, too.

I like the name Hazel, damn it.

It was my grandma’s name, but I’m not that fond of it.

Plei I am not at all unsympathetic, but listening to your plight makes me feel even worse for my friend who was a 40G pre-pregnancy. Wh has just had a baby and had trouble getting the baby to nurse

Damn, I’d be more worried about LOSING the baby!

“Honey, have you see Little Whosit?” “Did you check your cleavage?”

I love that segue, P-C! I agree that bringing Buffy into it makes sense, though. I mean, I have friends who are Firefly fans who still insist on calling him Josh. Ack! But do fight for the segue in some form. It's worth it.

Damn, I’d be more worried about LOSING the baby!

When my first g-dson was born, the nursing instructions they were given all said make sure the baby's mouth covers the areola. His mother looked at the baby, looked at her boobs, and realized that there was no way in HELL that was happening, as the areola were bigger than his head.

Bwah! I', always amazed when I see pix of girls with boobs as big as or bigger than mine with teeny areoloa. Somehow, I never think it's possible.

I like looking at pictures of naked women better than those of naked men, for that reason. It's a more personal comparison. I always focus on boobs, backs, and waists, for some reason. On naked guys, unless tey really have something eye catching going on below, I'd really prefer just to look at them with the package covered up. (I do love a buff man in super lo riding pants, though, so you can see those fun shipbone mushle ridges.)

I', always amazed when I see pix of girls with boobs as big as or bigger than mine with teeny areoloa. Somehow, I never think it's possible.

Implants! Damn it.

I marvel at the girls with girls as big or bigger than mine who can't hold a whole office supply store worth of pencils under them. Especially because at least some of 'em are NATURAL boobies.

Cursed perky titted girls.

who can't hold a whole office supply store worth of pencils under them

Unless they're built like cones, I don't see how they could avoid this. Heaven knows I've occasionally used that gripping action to benefit when I was running out of hands. Though that tends to upset Hubby, for some reason.

my father - a world-class musician - never allowed me near formal musical education; he said the imposition of too much artificial structure on individual creativity had rotted more good musical brains than opium ever had.

I agree. Formally trained musicians get so roped into reading music that when they have to create a piece of music, it's a lot harder.

Lillian Elizabeth

I love the name!

But I want to trade her in for a better, nicer model.

Check ebay, you can find everything there.

There's this cow next door. Every now and then, it will moo like the dickens. And it never stops being funny.

HAHAHA! This is so funny. and random. (I love it)

HAHAHA! This is so funny. and random. (I love it)

Seriously. The motherfucker bellowed. I laugh just thinking about the sound.

A friend of mine has big, perky natural boobs. It's so weird, whenever she wears a bathing, suit me and another friend always go up and start poking at them, just to make sure they're still firm. (She's a modest girl) and dammit, she's 31 and they're like fucking squishy rocks.

We hate her.

Seriously. The motherfucker bellowed. I laugh just thinking about the sound.

I hope it didn't happen in the middle of the night, though. During the day I suppose it would be tolerable and funny, but at night, that would be downright creepy.