Plus, all the childbirth talk? Now I understand the people who hate when baseball talk takes over Natter. It's like another language totally, with way too much "rip" and "tear" in it.
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Plus, all the childbirth talk? Now I understand the people who hate when baseball talk takes over Natter. It's like another language totally, with way too much "rip" and "tear" in it.
Dude, that's not even getting into all the body fluids involved. I hear, for the record, that it's all of them, plus the occasional solid.
Steph, I put a question in my LJ today that I was hoping you might be able to answer.
Plus, all the childbirth talk?
Yeah, reading with your legs tightly crossed does get uncomfortable after a while.
It's like another language totally, with way too much "rip" and "tear" in it.
Not to mention blood and pain.
Tell Paul to ask his co-workers.
Plus plus, I'm eating fried ice cream not made in a restaurant, but from a carton of ice cream. Cinnamon ice cream with a honey swirl and wee bits of tortilla. Really good. Almost too sweet, though.
No, this has nothing to do with childbirth, but I can't really contribute to that discussion. Plus, ice cream = much better than a torn perineum.
There's this weird phenonemon in San Francisco where most of the private practices are by white guy doctors who are now in their sixties. Almost every doctor I've seen since I've been here. EM's OB, Emmett's Ped, the dermatolgist I saw, the guy who operated on Emmett's nose. They all started back in the early 1960s, and are winding down their careers now. It's some sort of generational thing with economic circumstances and the changing medical landscape.
Oh! Perkins -- I don't know about the vodka, but I'd try to keep the sparkling wine cool. Once it's been chilled, it's better to keep it chilled, or at least, not warm.
Plus, ice cream = much better than a torn perineum.
I think that goes without saying, Steph.
I'm bored. I'm staring at a mountain of paper on my desk that I could be sorting. I could be cleaning the computer room, or filing my city taxes (I put it off because I can't do it online). None of those options sound appealing.
DH has only been gone 7 hours and I miss the sound of adult talk.
t /whinging