Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
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.
Go, sarameg!
I am not licensed in your state and so canna represent you in a criminal matter in its courts. But if you can get the matter transferred to Buffistas!Court then sure. I'm thinking you won't have too much trouble there -- you'll know the jurors and the judge.
You have 19 years to prepare, woman. I suppose I could just take him to your city for his 25th birthday, and pop him in the nose right there. The Buffistas are far too victims' rights oriented (and inclined, upon occasion, to sing Kumbayah), and although they currently recognize my extreme victimosity, who's to say they won't all be senile by then?
We could open a Bronze Kangaroo Court, though.
Possibly my last-ever live daytime tv update: I am LOVING Vince Vaughn on the Ellen show, talking about being with his sisters while they gave birth. Cute!
I haven't had a chance to tell you Cindy, but I am so sorry that you had to go through the It was White and Square and Looked like a Tooth, so I Swallowed It thing! How scary! It seems like it must have been a wad of wet toilet paper...
Also, I am finally back at work. My foot is still swollen, but it hurts tons less. I wish I could poke a hole in it and let all the water or plasma or whatever the hell is in there out, though
I really have to plot out this sort of thing or else I'll devolve into YOU ARE SO STUPID YOU BIG STUPIDHEAD.
At least I'm a little too good about planning ahead.
Thanks, Sophia. He's a little teensy bit warm today, and I have to keep telling myself that doesn't automatically equal e.coli infection and automatic kidney failure. He says he feels (and in fact is acting) perfectly fine.
It seems like it must have been a wad of wet toilet paper...
Yes, actually we've been leaning toward baked potato remains that probably fell off his clothing.
Also, I am finally back at work. My foot is still swollen, but it hurts tons less. I wish I could poke a hole in it and let all the water or plasma or whatever the hell is in there out, though
You poor, poor, woman. Is it more swollen, or the same or less? Are you supposed to be back, already?
Lee! Hi! How does the office moving go?
Ummm... I've thrown away some stuff.
I have until next Thursday though, so I should be good.
Cindy, your IWW,AS,ALLAT,SISI story gave me a feeling of 95% OMG! and 5% uncontrollable giggles.
t tongue-in-cheek
So, I found this thing on my desk... it's white and square... I don't think it looks like a tooth... can you ask Christopher if I should swallow it?
t /tongue-in-cheek
I loved and was horrified by your story in equal measure. However, I have to leap to Christopher's defense. This incident is no reflection on Christopher's smarts. I maintain is quite possible for a six-year-old of an, um, inquiring disposition to pop something in their mouth that they later realize is wrong. Like maybe when they are being taken to the hospital.
Signed
At a Book of Matches at Age Six
I have to confess that I was at least 6, but I think older, when I drew on my parents' sofa. It had a geometric pattern! I had a pen in my hand! I was just adding to the pattern!
So, not eating wrong things, but still really really wrong nonetheless.
I was five when I put my hand in the blender, just because my mother told me not to and then put my sister in charge of making sure I didn't when she left the room.
