bitch meara
The ped via phone says to mix a little fresh-squeezed lemon juice and a little olive oil into some water and give that to him.
As always, you guys are my sanity check and second opinion. Thoughts? Advice?
Hmm... I know little about medicine or babies, but from what I know of food it sounds like your ped is trying to turn Mal into a Greek. If s/he adds oregano to the recipe we'll be nearly certain.
But somehow she knew that Dad was in no shape to chase her or romp with her on the floor, and that her presence was comforting to him.
Baby wisdom. It's amazing. What a marvelous girl she is.
Is it normal that I'm sort of wanting to talk and think of other things? I had a thought about my WIP while I was in the shower, and I want to email my CPs about it, but I'm afraid they'll think I'm a horrible, callous person to even be capable of thinking of POV choices at a time like this.
The brain can only process so much of a thing at a time. Let it do what it needs to.
I'm actually looking forward to the day when I can just install a Teenage Boy Refrigerator next to our fridge and stock it with pizza.
It's like setting a mouse trap... No. Wait. You meant something else. Nebbermind.
feels bad for really liking that book as a kid
The plot of the story itself is lovely, which is all most little kids would see, so you shouldn't feel bad. The names of the characters and the illustrations were the racist elements. I think some publishers have redone it, with different names, and illustrations that don't look like racist cartoons.
Wikipedia link! : [link]
Susan, if you're around, I just wanted to give my deepest condolances. I only read the news a little while ago.
Owie. Two days on antibiotics, and my ears are hurting more. Back to the doctor tomorrow. (Apparently, my ears haven't gotten the message that ear infections are supposed to be a childhood illness, not something to get at age 24.)
ear infections are supposed to be a childhood illness, not something to get at age 24
Oooh, Hil, my sympathies. I had an ear infection a few years back (in my *late* 30s) and it was awful. Both ears, too.
Hil, I second your emotion. Because I was doing marginally OK on the drugs, but suddenly they've caught up to me, and I've been worshipping the porcelain god for half an hour. Which is unpleasant when there's nothing left in your tummy after the first minute...
In good news, my mother's only question on receiving the "I'm GAY" letter was "Well then why do you read those awful trashy romance novels?". My father was not, however, mentioned in any of this. Had I not been racing to the bathroom, I might've asked why, but then again...I don't really care. So yeah.
In good news, my mother's only question on receiving the "I'm GAY" letter was "Well then why do you read those awful trashy romance novels?".
That's simply marvellous.
"Well then why do you read those awful trashy romance novels?"
Love. That's just the kind of thing my mom would have said if I'd been in your place.
"Well then why do you read those awful trashy romance novels?"
Right on, Mama meara!
(Also, you *deserve* to be chastized for the lynx [tiger? panther? liger?] sex book!)
Hey, I gave the lynx sex book AWAY! I did not KEEP the lynx sex book! In fact, I'm not sure I ever *bought* the lynx sex book, I have no idea how it ended up in my possession. Possibly from a previous exchange of bad books with a friend. SHEESH. Bring ONE awful crazy bestiality book to a get together, and get a REPUTATION, around here...
I think Plei took it HOME....
Wait, Lilian could be inspired by LYNX SEX?!?!?!
