'War Stories'
[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.
Oh! They're not so much hunting it as inventorying a nest to check hatchling rates while warding off the mother alligator. (It's on the Travel Channel. Probably the Everglades?)
ETA: Alligators first, now crocodiles. Nifty! Very different kind of nest.
Oh my goodness. Baby crocodiles make incredibly cute noises.
::imagining little wee voices say, "eat you! I'mma EAT you! numnumnumnumnum."::
going back to bed on a Sunday ...mmm what a good idea .
so far I have had two cookies and a tiny cup of tea. I need food but not sure what. Matt is going out to liook at tree stumps.
should I 1) go to the cafe and have them make me food. possible followed by some bead shopping.
or
2) find some yummy food in the house and watch tv.
note: at 3ish I do have to do something
Spent an hour window shopping at the new Crate & Barrel store. Realize I want all new everything for my house. Sadly, I could afford none of it.
So I settled for a vanilla/hazlenut latte that I could afford.
The snow turned to a nice, sleety, slushy rain. Oh, joy.
Should do work. Will I? Mmm, excellent question, grasshopper.
Because certainly there are people out there who get suspicious-looking bruises for totally innocuous reasons.t looks around, suspiciously
Yeah, I am that person.
And from family and people who really do know me well, I can understand them not asking. But my doctor has never asked question #1 when I came in looking like someone took a baseball bat to my back and legs (ftr, twisted my ankle at a wedding reception and tumbled down the stairs).
Yeah, I am that person.
Me, too. I got MAJOR third-degree from my doctor a few years back because I was washing the tub and a shampoo bottle fell on my eye, giving me a handy-dandy shiner.
It did. Honest. I am that sort of person. I constantly have thigh and buttock bruises from walking into door handles.
Cripes, the number of bruises on my hips from thinking they're the size they were when I was 20? I can't walk by any type of projecting piece of architecture without carrying semi-permanent reminders.
Yep...
The futon frame in my office that has banged up my thigh more times than I can count is a classic bruise for me...
Between bruising easily and being as clumsy as a puppy on linoleum? I am actually disturbed that a doctor hasn't at least asked me if there is anything going on.
"Ouch... Now that's going to leave a mark!"