I don't believe you, Robin.

It was obviously so awesome she was going to post it twice.

In Natter:

tommyrot:

The ten creepiest deep-sea fish: >[link]

Freaky.

Steph L.

I guess when you live that far beneath the surface, not much light gets in, so it doesn't matter if you're pretty.

Ugh.

Kat:

kinda like a bar before last call. or a basement at a frat house.

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Miracleman in Bitches:

Emeline is at the "I want" stage. But, you know...she's two and some odd, and sometimes her words are not so clear, so I've fallen into the habit of repeating what she said back to make sure I got it. This often leads to exchanges similar to this:

"I wanna waffew."

"You want a waffle?"

"No."

"What do you want?"

"Waffew."

"Waffle?"

"No."

"I don't understand."

Then she'll heave a heavy put-upon sigh and go to the freezer and fetch a waffle, all the while looking at me like "Idiot. It's pronounced 'waffew'."

In Natter:

Allyson:

When someone who knows I'm a Jew wishes me a happy easter, I'm just going to say, "you're welcome."

Miracleman:

BWAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!

"You killed our Lord and Savior!"

"And what did he do then? He rose from the dead and became the foundation of your religion. So what do we say...?"

"*mumble*thankyouforkillingourlordandsavior*mumble*"

"You're welcome. Here, have some candy shaped like a pagan fertility symbol."

Allyson reminds me I did not switch to my usual, Judas-themed tag for Easter this year.

Hec on his daughter:

Matilda has inherited her mother's fondness for baby toes, and conveniently Matilda comes equipped with them at the end of her own feet. She's been munching on them all week. If I could get her a basket of chocolate feet I would. When I was taking a bath with her the other day she spotted my big toe and her eyes went wide like a hunter spotting a sixteen point buck.

In Bitches:

Erin:

If I ever got married, I would not elope, because I have gone to too many other weddings. Plus, I would want the fancy dress and underwear. And towels. I want showers, and towels. No strippers. Just fluffy, matching towels.

I really don't want a husband. Just the dress, party....and towels.

-t:

I am now picturing Erin's monogrammed towels "Hers" and "Also Hers" and "There is only Her" and "Who the Fuck do you think this belongs to?"

tommyrot:

I am picturing strippers bringing towels to Erin: "Here you go, ma'am. I can take my clothes off if you like."

And then Erin says, "No, that's OK. Go get some more towels."

Erin:

I never thought about monograms, but at least now y'all know what I want on my towels if I ever would get married.

(He can use all the old towels.)

aurelia, in b'crazy. funny 'cause it's so, so true.

I don't see how we can concense on not voting without voting on that. It's bureaucracy, but it's our bureaucracy.

From Bitches:

Daisy: It's also not the sad drinking alone if you are in the bath, primping to go out (or stay in), relaxing after a crap day or watching a sport.

MM: What about staring unseeing at the television?

Daisy: That's between you and the despairing howly voice in your head.