BWAH! Hec, it's so true.
Nora, we had the exact same shower box some years ago. The shower was a little tiled closet with a vent in the ceiling but no light. Guests called it the Grotto, and woe betide the claustrophobic showerer. Also, when you turned the water on, some magic of physics would pull the air up the vent, which made the shower curtain get sucked into the shower and engulf the person in there in a clammy plastic embrace.
First time Robert's uncle used the shower we heard his scream from the living room when the shower curtain attacked him.
"I am rather blue today, plus my butt itches. Woe! Just pick me the fuck up already! You don't need to wipe your ass! Why must you torture me so?!" or, "I'm soooooo fucking bored. Christ. Where's that thing that was so amusing yesterday? You know. The thing. With the colors. You know what I mean! Just get it, okay?! Fuck you!"
Oh noes. I think posts are getting eaten again.
Hmm. I was going to say I think Cindy's trying to tell us something.
My baby can talk, and yet? Came home to find her father icing Jake's birthday cake, and the baby in the living room, bare-assed. Pants and diaper flung off, and herself watching Blue's Clues. When I asked her why she took off her clothes, she said, "Nap."
Okay.
"I am rather blue today, plus my butt itches. Woe! Just pick me the fuck up already! You don't need to wipe your ass! Why must you torture me so?!" or, "I'm soooooo fucking bored. Christ. Where's that thing that was so amusing yesterday? You know. The thing. With the colors. You know what I mean! Just get it, okay?! Fuck you!"
This cracked me up. So very true.
It is true, of babies and fandom.
Okay, I tried to post something longer along these lines earlier. This is another test.
She needs a little fresh air, mom.
Hmm. I was going to say I think Cindy's trying to tell us something.
Well, Hec did sum up our summer, nicely.
Well, Hec did sum up our summer, nicely.
As Plei said, it could be me a lot of days lately, too.
You think I'd be more excited about cake, but it's yellow with chocolate icing. Which was the birthday boy's call, and his right, but damn it. Not my favorite. I wanted a bakery cake with about five inches of buttercream icing. And my flippin' birthday's not till April.
We have to make that for my father's birthday every year. Not my fave, but I'm not big on cake to begin with.
For my pillow, I put the larger of the 2 bumps under my neck. (Switch around for if you sleep face down so you don't choke.) But then I sleep like a maniac and hardly ever use it the way it was intended. I'm sure it will tell you on the packaging how to use.
And no, I haven't seen a doctor for my shingles for a couple of years. I got my first outbreak at 15, and since then have gotten at least 1 outbreak every year, sometimes as many as 3 in one year. Sun was the first cause, now it's usually just a stress reaction. Annoying, but usually pretty mild and nowhere near my eyes, just along my cheekbone. This particular outbreak seems worse than usual, but it still only lasted less than a week in duration so I don't worry about antiviral meds.
That baby "conversation" was funnee!
Now I want birthday cake, and it's not even my birthday.
