She didn't have an outtie when this was taken:
Why, why, why am I obsessing over this when there are so many much more dreadful (or beautiful) things to obsess about?
Xander ,'Lessons'
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She didn't have an outtie when this was taken:
Why, why, why am I obsessing over this when there are so many much more dreadful (or beautiful) things to obsess about?
Betsy, your link told me it was forbidden. But I think it's hilarious that there's a site of famous navels out there.
I do, too. Famous navels. I had no idea.
Aw, don't panic, Jesse. Borrow my zen.
(and I'm looking forward to no more cramps.)
In unrelated news, they canceled my bra-making class and refunded my money. I am bummed. I was looking forward to exercising my sewing-fu.
Aw, don't panic, Jesse. Borrow my zen.
Hey, I wasn't panicking two years ago.
Are you calling me a youngster, missy?
eta: (I've actually had a jump on this conversation, in that back when I was in my teens, I was warned I might have serious problems getting knocked up. A lot of those concerns have faded, but I sort of accepted I wouldn't be ABLE to have kids by my early 20s. Which makes won't versus can't less of an issue.)
I realized how hermitty I've been in my office when a passing acquaintance-- whose office I pass by daily and to whom I'd spoken (in the dark) the night before-- walked by me Thursday and shocked me by being five months pregnant, and bigly so. My brain was all, "how did I have no idea? But maybe she's not...should I even ask? How can I not! She's huge!"
That's hilarious, bon.
Are you calling me a youngster, missy?
Nah, just younger than me.
Bibbity boopity boo keeps going through my head, and I can't figure out why.