Nora Deirdre:
Three is totally the fit throwing age. Do your friends have kids or know many people with kids?
Miracleman:
Actually, they have a child, but that's a whole 'nother Oprah.
Aimée:
3 year olds are raw manic depression. I'm convinced.
beth b:
I think that might be truer than I want it to be
Aimée:
It's definitely truer than that I want it to be.
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Aimée:
As a parent, I was totally torturing Em yesterday. She was pretending that Joe and I were sick and was bringing us stuff.
Em: "Here's your juice, baby."
Me: "I DON'T LIKE THAT JUICE! I WANT WATER!"
Em: Ok - here's your water.
Me: "I DON'T LIKE WATER I SAID I PROMISE!"
She just looked at me askance and kissed me on my forehead and said, "You need your nap, baby."
Joe fell out of his chair laughing.
Early morning stealth posting attempt yields:
Aimee
in
Bitches:
my bobbes were uncle discussing my gauchos. I'm not kidding. It's tripoli crazy because I haven't work any in YONKS.
B & S, bringing the funny.
sarameg -
Oh & I should add, I also woke up to 1.5 L of juice all across my kitchen floor. And a cat with sticky patches of fur.
brenda m -
Wow, it's like one of those locked room mysteries. Let us know if you find any clues, sara.
In Natter:
megan walker:
In France, you are only taught cursive. And it is fairly common practice to handwrite job application letters (in fact, it is sometimes required and companies do handwriting analysis on it).
Miracleman:
Man, that would suck. My handwriting (both print and cursive) is so atrocious that I would never ever get a job.
The analysis would come back "Severly impaired or possibly an unfrozen caveman. Do not hire."
Bitches on bad debt --
Aimee:
I don't know where to put Bad Debt.
Miracleman:
In the corner. Bad Debt gets a Time Out.
megan walker:
It's not bad. It's just drawn that way.
Polter-Cow:
I think you mean overdrawn.
In Bitches, Beth nails the essence of long-term relationships:
beth b:
it seems to me that a live-in relationship ranges from hi, oh yeah we share a bed to hooray the person I love most in the world is here, I must crush them with my love to please vanish for three hours so I can be all by myself and yes, take the cat with you.
from bitches
Miracleman
A couple weeks ago I had this example of how much I swear in front of Emeline shown to me.
I was trying to do...something. Something with the DVD player and it wasn't working and I was getting frustrated.
Eventually, I threw up my hands, growled and said "God..." and stopped because I remembered my wee innocent child was standing three feet behind me.
And then I heard my wee innocent child say, in the most helpful tone of voice imaginable, mind "'Damn it', Daddy."
Evidently, she thought I forgot the rest of the phrase.
Cashmere in Bitches:
My children will swear like stevedores raised by pirates at a truck stop.
In Natter --
tommyrot:
Self-propelled colonoscopy robots
Frankenbuddha:
I believe those are the robot overlords I will NOT be welcoming.
Ginger:
It sounds like a good idea until they get loose and start attacking asses at random.
