Hey K!
Hey A!
...so do I want to know the story behind your tagline?
Xander ,'Lessons'
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Hey K!
Hey A!
...so do I want to know the story behind your tagline?
Heh. See Natter.
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)
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.
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.
Mint on lamb is le ick.
So says the pixie wench.
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.
Oh fine, pull the race card.
everyone's a little bit racist...
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.
Oh fine, pull the race card.
Pfft. Australian isn't a race, it's a Platonic Ideal.