I have a nice collection of Wet Gillian Anderson pictures that I could send in... then there's the Asia Argento folder.
I believe the word is wibble. I tried for other words, and ... nada.
Maybe some people are just more breakable than others.
When knuckles are delicately applied to their noses. Ayup. Perhaps there needs to be testing. Cracking cartilege, does that still count as trauma/weirdness for the breakee and breaker?
I have my new passport. Thanks to the new no smiling rules (to accommodate facial recognition software), I manage to look like someone who, if not a terrorist, is certainly contemplating starting a fight. But, I have an EU passport for flying into the UK and a Canadian passport for flying out. Shortest lineups for me!
Car passed testing. Was annoyed that they only had 1 lane out of three open. They didn't even test the exhaust, just plugged into the ODB port (which I wasn't able to find myself and never would have. It was apparently well under my dashboard, just above the pedals.) for about 30 seconds, printed out a sheet saying I passed and told me to come back in two years. Aside from the wait to actually get the car tested, it was quick and painless.
Yeah, with newer cars the computers track so much data that the car computer can tell by itself if all the pollution control equipment is working correctly. Older cars would still need the probe up the tailpipe method....
Hi everybody! Thanks for the birthday wishes for Isaac, I promise to pass them along to him with many kisses attached. Poor weeble had stomach flu this weekend, so no cake until he's all better.
Allyson, I have some sympathy for Gavin's parents. When Franny was first interested in naming her naughty bits, I had to quickly come up with appropriate terms for her to use. We went with "crotch" for the front and "butt" for the backside. Now she sometimes goes around proudly saying "my crotch! my butt!"
He also handed the thief a rabbit, several doves, and a whole seried of silk handkerchiefs tied end to end....
We went with "crotch" for the front and "butt" for the backside. Now she sometimes goes around proudly saying "my crotch! my butt!"
At least it's not "My Humps".....
ASSPICS! I demand asspics!
It is a fabulous day here, and I've had a fabulous day today. Yay.
Asspics always make me think of aspic, which I think we all should agree is unfortunate.
I just love having to walk someone through a windows application when I am not sitting in front of a pc and have never used said application. And yet, google and a little logic and I've done it.
I think every child takes at least one approach to naming parts that will result in parental...well, if not mortification, a good eyeroll. My nephew horrified his mom by declaring her "broken" because she didn't have a penis. This was shortly after he learned the word. Unfortunately, at that point, his understanding was simply absense=broken. Caused a dropped jaw or two. What a cute little....chauvinist?
Thankfully, that passed quickly.
