ghee is a clarified butter

nods

Made from tigers, according to the pole-axingly unPC Little Black Sambo, iirc.

...meanwhile, in mememe news, I have (a) coloured my hair Considerably Blonder Than God Intended once more* and (b) had an eye test and am test-driving contact lenses again, after 3 years or so of contanctlenslessness.

I so like being able to see without glasses! Yay for that!

*I wussed out of red, in the end. And am now concerned that my hair looks brassy and cheap, and not in a good way.

Because so much of my work now involves so little physical work, I feel like a giant slacker, even when I'm doing (that is--when I have caused to happen) 5 things at once.

Oh, so very much this. I'm "doing" any number of tasks at once on the job, all while sitting on my butt in a comfy chair, with my muscles going "work? what work?"

But maybe taking walks, or doing some simple task in your home that you haven't done, something that involves your body, might be helpful.

My neighborhood is great for this sort of thing. Loads of walking trails. I've been hitting them as the heat permits. Luckily that broke (quite noisily) last night.

Made from tigers

I'd like to see the person who milks those tigers.

I just discovered I made a giant mistake the day before I went on vacation last month. God. Guess I really needed that vacation.

At the risk of talking too much about baby poo,

Oh dear. When I posted yesterday about Nora's gift basket to her new-parent neighbors, I suggested Nora offer to discuss anything but poo with her neighbors not because I wouldn't want to hear about it (because boy howdy would I ever be in the wrong profession if I didn't want to hear about poo), but rather because I thought the new parents would be tired of talking about it and would welcome the opportunity to discuss something else.

So please, Bitch moms, talk about your baby's poo and stop only if/when you don't feel like talking about it any more.

And now I'm off to work, where I'll be up to my eyeballs in baby poo.

t smooches Jen before the poo gets to her

{{Susan}} My condolences to you and your family.

vw, with such a busy day ahead of you I hope you're able to get a bit downtime to re-charge, as needed.

That, on top of the whole family health drama, has pushed me into a mass of giggling what-the-fuck-everness.

What Cindy Said. In fact, I nod along with Cindy so often that I might as well just change my tag. But I won't. The skittles one hasn't gotten stale yet.

I don't think I'll be working on my arms at the gym for a few days. My left shoulder and tricep are very, very hurty right now. I've taken some Tylenol but it hasn't kicked in yet.

vw, with such a busy day ahead of you I hope you're able to get a bit downtime to re-charge, as needed.

I'm getting some right now, actually. My first appointment was REALLY fast and easy (thank goodness, 'cause I was dreading it). I got there early and was home before the appointment time. So, that was nice...

Poor meara! I hope you feel better soon.

You must be Windows 95 because you gots me so unstable.

Ahahahaha!!!! You know, this line would probably work on me, because it's so endearingly geeky.

One of my favorite pickup lines is one that was used on my college roommate. A guy came up to her in a bar and said "Hi! Can I interest you in a pizza and a fuck?" And when she just glared at him, he asked "What? You don't like pizza?"

Another one I like is "Do you believe in love at first sight, or do I have to walk by you again?"

My favorite is "Nice boots. Wanna fuck?" Simple, direct, classic.

You know, this line would probably work on me, because it's so endearingly geeky.

But he's calling you a MS OS! Those are fighting words!

Lines that have worked on me: "Hello." and "Can I kiss you now?" I'm not a complex woman.