I have to wonder what shape her teeth are in... aren't you supposed to be able to estimate the age of a horse from its teeth? (Thus the adage about gift horses' mouths.)
Zoe: My man would never fall for that. Wash: Most of my head wishes I had.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Theodosia - Mar 08, 2006 11:42:52 am PST #2865 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
tommyrot - Mar 08, 2006 11:43:25 am PST #2866 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
aren't you supposed to be able to estimate the age of a horse from its teeth? (Thus the adage about gift horses' mouths.)
Or do you cut them in half and count the rings?
§ ita § - Mar 08, 2006 11:44:03 am PST #2867 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Or do you cut them in half and count the rings?
The teeth or the pony?
Aims - Mar 08, 2006 11:46:13 am PST #2868 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
looks down at rings on hands
I'm only THREE YEARS OLD!!
I have giant boobs for a toddler.
msbelle - Mar 08, 2006 11:47:06 am PST #2869 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I finally got rid of some old cheapie computer speakers that I have been coordinating the freecycle pick-up for, for 2 weeks or more. GONE! YAY!
shrift - Mar 08, 2006 11:48:13 am PST #2870 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
The first generation My Little Pony leaders need to call an Entmoot in order to decide.
Allyson - Mar 08, 2006 11:48:31 am PST #2871 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I can't remember if I posted this or not, but I had to explain to my SIL about the plain pine box my grandfather was buried in. She looked terribly shocked, like we were poor or disrespectful.
I wanted to call Nilly, because I don't think I explained things very well.
I can't remember lots of stuff. It's been a fucked up week, and it's only Wednesday. Off to sit shiva again. Don't wanna. Wanna sit here with the nephew and play "We don't need no stinkin' buggies!"
It's a game that involves zooming around the house on a tiny racecart and pumping our fists in the air while yelling, "We don't need no stinkin' buggies!"
I don't get it either, but it's mad-fun.
Aims - Mar 08, 2006 11:52:32 am PST #2872 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Love and thoughts with you , Allyson. And some strength~ma tossed in.
And some mad Stinkin' Buggies skillz, too. Just for good measure.
-t - Mar 08, 2006 12:01:11 pm PST #2873 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
That sounds like a great game, Allyson. Sorry about the SiL shock. I hope the week gets easier for you.
JZ - Mar 08, 2006 12:03:14 pm PST #2874 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
It sounds like a most excellent game, Allyson. I look forward to seeing you and your nephew take the Stinkin' Buggies gold at the next Olympics.
I'm sorry you had to be all Cultural Explanation Girl with your SIL (and irked that she looked shocked at all -- the pine casket isn't that obscure a tradition, and other people's funeral arrangements aren't anyone else's business anyhow).