Thanks! I'll have to try it. Right now my hair's looking like your hair's evil twin.

I just want to join a women's riding group. When I get a motorcycle. Which will be soon, hopefully.) (This is why I'm not getting pregnant now, you realize. Much like DJ. With less smoking and genteelness.)

Biker gang! IJS.

Also, genteelness my ass. Which reminds me, there was this woman at a party I went to Tuesday night. Meanest, bitchiest, bitterest woman I've ever met (I was there as a guest of a friend). Flat out nasty to everyone- except me... after she found out I went to charm school.

Is this covered under your health plan?

I'll have to pull out the manual. Would this be under Alternative Health Care? Medical Supplies?

Thanks! I'll have to try it. Right now my hair's looking like your hair's evil twin.

My hair looks like my hair's evil twin when I wake up.

I have to water it and push it back into order every morning. (I don't wash it daily, so often, it's just a case of reactivating my gel or adding a little more.)

Would this be under Alternative Health Care? Medical Supplies?

Supplies, I think. More like to be approved that way.

{{{{Fred Pete, Hubs, and Teddy}}}}

sj, I would just go for a new burner coil.

I am beyond cranky today. I want to smite things. No real reason, just filled with the need to whack things with a mallet.

ETA: I'm sorry about the kettle. But the immediate reaction to the message could only be, "Yes. Yes I see that."

I did laugh for a few seconds, because there were also coffee grounds in the milk frother instead of the coffee press.

I wish you had a video camera in your kitchen, so we could see the exact process that led to caffeinated chaos. I'm picturing TCG just walking in the kitchen, taking a handful of ground coffee, and then HURLING it vaguely in the direction of the stove.

Which is basically the approach I take to giving myself a pedicure. Only with nail polish instead of coffee. Seriously, I am very non-bendy, so reaching my toes at the perfect angle for painting the nails is well-nigh impossible. They end up looking like I just dumped polish all over the toe.

Seriously, I am very non-bendy, so reaching my toes at the perfect angle for painting the nails is well-nigh impossible.

I am also unbendy. I find that standing up and putting your foot up on something (the arm of my couch is a good height for me), and then bend the knee like you were stretching, and you can get to the toes pretty well.

I am also unbendy. I find that standing up and putting your foot up on something (the arm of my couch is a good height for me), and then bend the knee like you were stretching, and you can get to the toes pretty well.

Well, my fat belly and boobs get in the way, too. How do you deal with your ample bosom in that situation?

Relatedly, I adore MegaYoga, because she explains ways for fat people to modify yoga poses that can be hindered (or impossible) by a fat belly or boobs or what-have-you. There's a DVD and a book, and I like the book a lot better, because it's much more thorough in explaining the modifications.

I'm okay with the birth talk, but maybe it's too much for my subsconcious...I had a pregnant dream last night...my friends saw me in the hospital(some I know, some my brain made up) At the beginning, I wasn't very pregnant, but they gave me Insta- Gestate, and were in the process of just, sort of collecting the baby when I woke up. It was a strange dream, but nice too. I really felt like my friends had gathered around.