I started my day by tossing my keys down the garbage shoot and having to delve into the bin to get them out. Ew. My day has not improved by much.
That's the kind of day that would send me diving back under the covers. {{{GC}}}
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I started my day by tossing my keys down the garbage shoot and having to delve into the bin to get them out. Ew. My day has not improved by much.
That's the kind of day that would send me diving back under the covers. {{{GC}}}
So I added a two drops of Love Me to the sugar and olive oil, stirred it well and capped it. I went back a couple of hours later to sniff, and....PlayDoh.
Teppy darling, you must be made of sugar, since I know this is what happens when you wear BPAL, too.
On the contrary, my dearest Bev, whenever I own wristwatches with a metal band, I find that, with daily wearing, the underside of the watchband becomes *severely* corroded in about 3-4 months. Also, bugs never bite me.
I am, apparently, extremely acidic. (Or is it alkalinic? I'm assuming acidic, because I have the ability to CORRODE METAL.) I have the feeling that that plays a large part in the reason that BPAL turns to Play-Doh on me.
If I were a super-villain, my power would be my acidic-ness. I'd get all sweaty and then *hug* the superhero(ine), and my acid-ness would leave them powerless. *Powerless,* I tell you!!!
Owen's newest trick--stripping down naked. He won't keep a diaper on--with dire consequences this afternoon resulting in a puddle. *sigh*
He cries when I make him keep it on. I need tricks for keeping my budding nudist under control.
Duct tape.
I now want to take pH indicators to Steph's sweaty body. In the interest of science.
Aimee, I tried to comment in your livejournal yesterday and was denied!
Duct tape.
Oh, so tempting.
Remember Laura's cautionary tale about duct taping the children!
I need tricks for keeping my budding nudist under control.
It's a phase. Sara was doing that right around the same age Owen is now, if I remember correctly.
She still undresses a hell of a lot, but she keeps her diaper on now. Toilet training is next.
Aimee, I tried to comment in your livejournal yesterday and was denied!
Wha-huh? Hmm... Lemme go check.
Toilet training is next.
I can't even make myself think about that yet.