Byron and Mia and I are all sending be-well vibes to Jilli and the Beastie.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[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.
I knew a FAS researcher when I was pregnant with my first. She could bend your ear, at length, about US women being scared out of their panties for no good reason. Women were calling her in hysterics saying (literally) I put Kahlua on my ice cream and I just found out I'm pregnant and should I abort OMG OMG.
When the real story, the true story, is that if you're a constant drinker, you can have a much healthier baby by reducing or elimiinating your drinking. Not "the damage is already done and you've fucked your kid's life" but "Stop drinking now, and the kid will be in better shape."
A drink of wine a week? Not even noticeable.
Oh, and also, my hair is bright red now.
Oh, and also, my hair is bright red now.
PICTURES!
A drink of wine a week? Not even noticeable.
You know, I'd fully planned on having a drink of wine or two in my third trimester. Sadly, with the two BP meds I was on, that was out of the picture.
Oh, and also, my hair is bright red now.
I'm having a hard time picturing that. I bet it's sassy.
Pictures have been taken but are now trapped on a secure digital card in Drew's camera. We don't have a card reader handy.
It's very different and weird, Deena, but I think also a bit sassy! I luvre it.
when you talk to me, I will pretend to be Kara.
Bwah! Hearting Kara.
Much ~ma to your dad, meara.
Yay for red hair, Kristin!
ETA: Much ~ma to the Dread Beastie.
And, yes, people metabolize differently and that synergistic effect can be brutal and lethal. But there was a chance to flounce I'm flouncing.
Flouncy Cass! t starts Mexican wave
It's really rather amazing that any of us were ever born able to breathe or speak.
Wait, you were born able to speak? t renewed respect for Cassiepowers
She could bend your ear, at length, about US women being scared out of their panties for no good reason.
So that's how it happens. Huh.
Oh, and also, my hair is bright red now.
Serious? Pictures must be produced.
Oh, and in other news:
Announcement: AS and I have decided to do the friends thing.
Analysis: Lock up your daughters!
Here endeth the Wally Report.
Flouncy Cass has left the building. She has been replaced by synergistic Cass.
After all of my flouncing, I had half a glass of wine and half an Ambien in roughly the same 90 minute spread. This is not the problem.
I also ate an eclair.
Doing multiple lines of coke off of a hooker's ass would be better for my heart... Sheesh.
Kids should not be able to sell this stuff for their schools. It's really much worse than crack. It is also way too grossly sweet, which is the greater evil for me.
Billytea, how lovely to see you. Are you good with the being friends? I think you deserve evervy possible happiness in the world. Immediately.
Kristin, wants pictures...
World, wants stable heartbeat so I can snooze.
AS and I have decided to do the friends thing.
Boo! Unless that's the best for you both, and then yay, I suppose, but dang, I was enjoying the wallyness of the wally report.
Well, anyway, do something else entertaining then, please? Though, I will likely have to read about it later as I must get some sleep now.
(In all seriousness, I hope you are comfortable with this and not depressed. Somewhere out there is the perfect, echidna-loving woman. We just have to find her.)