That kind of thing just makes me laugh when I think about the amount of lead (from old lead paint) in all the dirt in all the yards in my neighborhood growing up.

Never wore a seatbelt when I was a kid.

Ate raw brownie batter and raw cookie dough.

My mom had a little kid seat on her bike before she got a license and drove all over Chelsea on the bike, with by bottle attached to a string in case I dropped it so I could reel it back up. No helmet.

Still here.

I hate "save us from ourselves" laws.

Do I want ice cream on my apple pie, or just the pie?

Do I want tea, too? Do I want tea, either way? I have no decaf, and can't drink the herbal stuff with food, because ewwww.

If I have warm pie, ice cream, and hot tea, will my teeth start to think I've sent them to hell?

Why are there four more minutes 'til whispering Jack?

Huh. So is it the color that makes them dragees and not nonpareils?

Nope. The dragees are about ten times the size of the nonpareils. Which still makes them pretty teeny.

Jimmies, IME, come in two varieties: chocolate and rainbow.

The bakery around the corner from me has one of those scary doll body cakes in the window. They usually have about 7 or 8 cakes on display. At any given time, about half will be stunningly gorgeous and the other half freakishly ugly.

Cindy, you want pie and ice cream, but not tea. The tea comes after.

I have to help bake a Barbie doll cake for a friend's bridal shower this Saturday. It'll probobaly look more like a crack ho than Barbie because NONE OF HER BRIDESMAIDS DECORATES CAKES FOR A LIVING, bt she's kind of being a snotty bitch about it, which is irritating.

But I digress, and I'm sure I will have hilarious pictures of it. *sigh* And I have to run over from the PRAXIS test early Satirday morning and then help put together a stupid shower, and I'm not even a frickin' bridesmaid. Two of her bridesmaid's SUCK. And the one poor bridesmaid who just starts her job this week and doesn't have any money gets to do all the work.

But I"m not bitter.

Sorry. Tangentville.

Summerland: oh yeah, a wedding dress cut to the navel where a stiff breeze would leaving you hanging in the breeze....

One of the things I found amusing in Spain was when I climbed to peak at Monserrat (highest point in Spain! Wooohoo! But I didn't go all the way up) was the utter and complete lack of anything preventative-safety wise. Oh, there was that Peligro! sign. Lying on its side where it had fallen 15 feet down a cliff on the crumbling trail. Pretty much summed up warnings everywhere I went. You do something stupid and get maimed or die? Sucks to be you.

Dude, she needs a Bridal Crack Ho cake.

The bad bridesmaids get no cake. Just crack hos.

Wait, what? The bride is being a snotty bitch about having a Barbie cake?? That's not right. I'm going to a shower this Saturday and I don't have to do a damn thing, and I AM a bridesmaid!

I hate "save us from ourselves" laws.

I hate the fact that people want to attach nets or a fence to the Golden Gate Bridge to prevent suicides.

Yeah. K., my poor Good Bridemaid friend, starts a new job this week, and she sensibly suggested that she provide a sheet cake, since she has no idea how to bake one of these things, can't afford to have one made and also starts BOTH new jobs tomorrow and will be late to the shower SHE'S hosting (because she has to do training Saturday, and they'll let her get off training early, but she'll still be rushing HARD to get there 1/2 hour after it starts.)

So the Bride goes all whiny and "I really want a BArbie cake, whine, whine."

She already had a destination shower in Chicago her close friends were forced to shell out money they didn't have. (Not me, though -- I didn't have a turnip to even squeeze blood outta).

So, yeah. Barbie Cake.

And please, bridal shower gifts should be TRAVEL THEMED.