Ah, brenda is right! I suck. Flurm is totally different. Or similar. This is what I get for posting uncaffeinated.
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
If one parent has been changing the diapers all day, there's no need for ROCK PAPER SCISSORS, though. It's the other one's turn, and that's it. Parent who has been on all day diaper duty is free to notice the need for a change, walk up to Mr(s). CleanHands and say, "You're it," walk away, sit down, put feet up, and have a cookie.
It's right in the rule book. Swear.
It's right in the rule book. Swear.
Yep, page 385, with additional references on pages 472 and 666.
There's also a codicil to the rule. If you don't change the diaper, you don't get to criticize.
Well, Christopher does own up to the dirty job when he's at home and gives me a break. But when we're both home (weekends, holidays, etc.) we resort to P, R, S. Partly because it's fair, fun and because I truly win more than he does. I don't know how it happens but I am especially lucky with P, R, S.
He single?
Indeed he is. And politically rational and has a wry sense of humor.
We neither of us are allowed to change the diapers anymore. Mal will be sweet and pleasant and calm for the nanny, but for us he howls and runs and thrashes and beats his head into the marble and kicks his legs. It ends up being a two-person job most times.
...whence came this word flurm?
I'm guessing it's onomatoepaia
Raq guesses correctly. Emmett did not flurm as a baby. He made a splortch.
I'm drinking regular coffee this morning. It saddens me.
But! the Hold Everything gift card which has been sitting around, tying up $200 worth of goodness for two years, is now perfectly useful! Huzzah! Time for a new espresso machine.
It ends up being a two-person job most times.
I cannot tell you how much I LOATHE this stage.
I cannot tell you how much I LOATHE this stage.
For all that Emmett was extra work in most instances as a baby, he was very easy to change. Until he was getting potty trained and always getting rashes which hurt like a mojo to get wiped. That year was traumatic for everybody.
I'm drinking regular coffee this morning. It saddens me.
Those diamond shoes a little tight today?