Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
That's what my nine-year-old said, Jesse! Good eye.
I want to root for Alabama, because I would love to see an all-female team win but I'd kind of hate myself for doing it. So I think I will sit back and watch without rooting for anyone in particular.
And an orange.
OMG. After reading the orange-in-a-stocking from the Laura Ingalls Wilders books, I was SERIOUSLY bent out when I didn't get an orange for a few years running. Then I got a clementine and mom explained how, even in her youth, they were so rare during the winters. Never did figure out the whole peppermint straw in an orange thingie. Ew.
Granted, I could see Rob and Kim being so done with the race and with each other that they don't smile, and the boys smiling anyway, because they're models, but still.
I think my family may have bailed on the oranges in the stockings, which I think it kind of a bummer.
I was SERIOUSLY bent out when I didn't get an orange for a few years running.
Hee. There were a couple of years in there where they didn't have oranges on hand.... so we got apples. Well, you know, it's about the same size, round, and a fruit, right?
Well, you know, it's about the same size, round, and a fruit, right?
You really can't compare the two, you know.
We don't do oranges in the stockings, but my brother usually buys a crate of clementines to share out among us on Christmas day. It's one of my favorite prezzies.
Oh yeah, we always had oranges in stockings. Which was sometimes not so great when they ended up spending four or five days hanging in front of a roaring fire when we forgot to take them out.
Cash made me snort. How did I not realize what I was doing? So, so sad.
(And what the hell is with that saying anyway? You can totally compare them!)
I have duct tape and Batman and Hello Kitty and Peanuts.
Where'd you find the duct tape ones?
We have a LOT of Star Wars bandaids in the basement. My mother gave Paul something like 7 boxes of them a few years ago. We tend to forget that they exist.