When I was in Minneapolis, they had "snow emergencies."
We get those in MA in a lot of different towns (in fact, part of my lease is that I can park my car - when I have one - in the driveway when there's a snow emergency signaled by flashing blue lights on some light poles around town).
I know I'm late, but HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! to Megan & B. Congratulations!
I managed to only get lightly rained on on the way to work. Sounds like the trip home will be considerably wetter.
Ouise! I have to run to TA so I can't post with you, but it's good to "see" you!
Please, all of you, make sure your feet are warm and dry. Wet feet bring out my inner-Jewish-mommy, and, well, nobody wants that.
For those rain-soaked today, NC's experience suggests that tomorrow will be better. It's gorgeous here today (if still very humid).
The New York Times today has an article about liposuction of the "back fat" that hangs over your low-rider jeans; also "bra flab." This is in young, obsessively thin women. To which I say, if you bought pants that FIT YOU, there wouldn't be anything hanging over the waistband! Ditto bras. Geez. I was glad one surgeon refused to do liposuction over the pubic bone of the woman who felt she had flab hanging over the edges of her brazilian bikini bottom...
My boss's mother had fat liposuctioned from her ass and injected into her hands. Just thought I'd throw that out there.
Good to see you too, Nilly. Happy TA-ing!
flea, that is just ew. And sad.
How much fat? I am now picturing your boss's mother with giant hands like a Mummenschanz puppet.
Hee. Actually, for all I scoff, her hands look amazing. How old my hands look doesn't exactly keep me up at night, but if that's the kind of thing that matters to you, it does work.
I'm not interested in lipo myself (because I'm pretty wary of unnecessary surgery, even minor surgery), but I can see the appeal.
And I can't be the only one who'd love to see Nilly's inner Jewish mommy.
The New York Times today has an article about liposuction of the "back fat" that hangs over your low-rider jeans;
I thought they called that Muffin-top...
OUISE! How you doin'? Miss you!