Hey K!
Hey A!
...so do I want to know the story behind your tagline?
You know, with the exception of one deadly and unpredictable midget, this girl is the smallest cargo I've ever had to transport. Yet by far the most troublesome. Does that seem right to you?
Early ,'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
Pix - Apr 18, 2006 8:48:18 pm PDT #133 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Aims - Apr 18, 2006 8:55:49 pm PDT #134 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Heh. See Natter.
JohnSweden - Apr 18, 2006 9:03:24 pm PDT #135 of 10002
I can't even.
And since he's always had a HUGE head (still 98th percentile) he's starting to look like an orange on a toothpick. It's a virtual planetoid. Has its own weather system.
HEID!
Is he off crying himself to sleep on his giant pilla?
(Stupid movie. Love it brainlessly)
P.M. Marc - Apr 18, 2006 9:05:19 pm PDT #136 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
And since he's always had a HUGE head (still 98th percentile) he's starting to look like an orange on a toothpick. It's a virtual planetoid. Has its own weather system.
I think Lillian looks like Charlie Brown with hair.
Tiny little (3% for weight, something like 5% for height) body, big old head (though it measured as average today, on account of her squirming too much for the tape to go on straight).
My one year old is 17lbs and a hair over 27".
I fear she's going to be doomed to a small, skinny childhood, and then the rude shock of puberty-induced plumpness just like her mother.
billytea - Apr 18, 2006 9:47:20 pm PDT #137 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I am against mint unless it is gum or mixed with chocolate.
I like mint myself. Choc-mint is of the yum, but I think my favourite use is mint sauce to have with roast lamb. Because it involves lamb.
I had NO idea anyone else shared this degree of mint aversion. I thought I was a lone freak with a VERY tolerant dentist.
See, this is why the Internet is going to bring down society. All the freaks can find the one person on earth as freaky as they are, and suddenly they think it's perfectly acceptable. Next thing you know it's cats marrying dogs all over again.
Pix - Apr 18, 2006 9:48:00 pm PDT #138 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Mint on lamb is le ick.
So says the pixie wench.
billytea - Apr 18, 2006 9:54:50 pm PDT #139 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
So says the pixie wench.
The pixie wench didn't grow up in Australia, Home of Lamb. You have no idea of my comfort level in ignoring your opinion on this issue.
Pix - Apr 18, 2006 9:56:18 pm PDT #140 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Oh fine, pull the race card.
everyone's a little bit racist...
Cass - Apr 18, 2006 9:57:21 pm PDT #141 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I am perfectly responsible around fire. I keep a very close watch on it. There's never any danger.No one is ever going to let me meet Jilli now.
Though, in my defense, now that I have a fireplace, I have far fewer candle infernos and no lanterns over my bed anymore. Fire pretty.
billytea - Apr 18, 2006 10:01:18 pm PDT #142 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Oh fine, pull the race card.
Pfft. Australian isn't a race, it's a Platonic Ideal.