'Trash'
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Allyson on the snark in Natter:
All snark should begin with the love. You can hate the subject matter, feel tortured by being bound to your chair like A Clockwork Orange Couch Potato, but you must love the opportunity for the snark, love the act of snarking, love the teevee like a lover with a ten-inch penis and abs of steel, else it's just lameass bitching.
In Natter:
ita: I wonder if Branson would finance me quite pointedly not going around the world. I have no idea why my body is so convinced I don't need to work for a living, but this morning it was very "No, lie down a little longer, then maybe a stretch class and some krav. Then we'll have cupcakes."
Betsy HP: ita's body has been talking to me again. Except for the krav part. My body says "lie down a little longer, then lie down some more. Maybe some internet. THEN cupcakes."
a short while later...
Betsy HP: inspired by ita's body, I just went to make a photocopy of my shoulder stretches so I could leave one at work.
The copier jammed. While trying to slide out the paper drawer, I overbalanced and fell straight back on my ass. In the process, I threw out my left arm to catch myself -- this would be the one with the bad shoulder joint.
From now on, I'm sticking to the horizontal cupcake eating.
Aimée in Bitches: I wonder when I should start looking for wee baby corsets.
(For her 13 week old daughter Emeline)
eta: how the time flies by
(psst...she's 13 weeks)
Sniff... They grow up so fast!
In Bitches --
Aimée: Everything babies/kids do is awesome. Watching the development is just so cool. Witnessing evolution.
Betsy: Be sure you step up the childproofing before they start throwing femurs in the air.
KristinT in Natter regarding TOO MUCH BEYONCE at the Oscars:
Even the TiVo is sick of Beyonce, In the middle of her song, it asked if we wanted to watch "The History of the Flight Attendant" instead. No, really.
On Oscar fashion, in Natter:
Kristen: When I saw Charlize, I thought she'd stolen SMG's wedding gown.
Vortex: I thought that the little doll that covers my extra roll of toilet paper had come to life.
Erin in Natter:
I threw a formal shower where one of the games was stolen right from B.org...the "What's your porn name?" game. The bride's father came out (he's from out of town, so had to stay, was amazed and delighted at the amount of good food and wine to be had at a bridal shower -- "THAT'S why women have these!")
He solemnly announced, this solid Midwestern dad with the walrus mustache and comfortable paunch, that his porn name was "Fluffy Eagle."
People were PEEING laughing. It was great. He wandered back into the kitchen, smiling, for more cream puffs.
Jesse in Natter:
Do people still buy the old-school Renuzit air fresheners, anyway? From the teevee I have learned that Today's Air Freshener is electric.
I don't know why, but the phrasing on that last sentence is refusing to allow me to quit giggling. Thank you, Jesse.