Change them into what?
Murk: But you're a God! The Sacred Glorificus! Glory: I'm a God in exile. Far from the Hellfires of Home and sharing my body with an enemy that stabs my boys in their fleshy little stomachs!
'Dirty Girls'
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.
Sean K - Oct 26, 2006 10:37:01 am PDT #8802 of 10000
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Aims - Oct 26, 2006 10:37:47 am PDT #8803 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Babies, it seems. I have no clue.
Beverly - Oct 26, 2006 10:37:51 am PDT #8804 of 10000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Yay for glassless toe, AmyLiz!
Um, there was more. I forgot.
Cashmere - Oct 26, 2006 10:41:32 am PDT #8805 of 10000
Now tagless for your comfort.
Mooooooom! Aimee made me nearly choke to death!
Connie Neil - Oct 26, 2006 10:44:09 am PDT #8806 of 10000
brillig
The only image I have in my head is that baby poop is often the consistency of peanut butter. The wipes are pretty much necessary to get rid of the stuff clinging to the behind. The thought getting that in any sink in my house makes me ill, considering I prepare food near one sink and brush my teeth near the other one.
Thank you, Jesus, that I never had kids.
Laura - Oct 26, 2006 10:49:07 am PDT #8807 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.
Ouch! Shots in toe bad. But yay for no more glass in toe. (I keep typing tow!)
I have such a bad memory that I barely remember changing the boys. I do remember Bobby destroying the pants of a customer that was bouncing him on his knee. That was fun. I did get looks at times from people, both for the diapers and the nursing, because they were so big for their ages. Oh well.
Sparky1 - Oct 26, 2006 12:40:00 pm PDT #8808 of 10000
Librarian Warlord
I have nothing to add to the diaper conversation, except that one of my nephews was so lean, my sister and I used to admire the way you could get him clean with one good, quick wipe -- there were none of the usual folds of baby fat needing attention.
One of the emeritus professors just came down to the Reference Desk in search of a book cart from which the top shelf could be removed. Why? Because he's needs to mount a talking deer's head to it for a party over at the Faculty Club, of course.
Connie Neil - Oct 26, 2006 12:54:26 pm PDT #8809 of 10000
brillig
Sparky, refer him to [link] and have him look up the strips on Pimp My Bookcart.
Amy - Oct 26, 2006 12:57:51 pm PDT #8810 of 10000
Because books.
Well, what party isn't made more fun by a talking deer's head? I mean, really.
erikaj - Oct 26, 2006 1:02:31 pm PDT #8811 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
Wow, is it deer-head season already? Comes earlier every year.