Fake food currently weirding me out: [link]
I generally try to stick to real food, but there are a few frozen fake things that are just so easy that I end up using them when I'm in a rush. So I can't quite make fun of that. But I can boggle.
'Dirty Girls'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Fake food currently weirding me out: [link]
I generally try to stick to real food, but there are a few frozen fake things that are just so easy that I end up using them when I'm in a rush. So I can't quite make fun of that. But I can boggle.
Poor you, Cashmere. We had a moment ourselves today when Isaac went running ahead of me and Frances. "Slow down Isaac!" I yelled. Frances decided to add her two cents: "Stop Iyak or you mi-ight fall down!" At which point, Isaac tripped and fell and bonked his nose on a rock.
He barely paused to cry about it. But he was better behaved for the next, oh, 15 minutes.
And then we saw baby turtles! That was cool.
And I suddenly get Burrell's tag. "Sister and Isaac" I thought somebody had a new monster book out. Duh.
I think there could be a children's book about Iyak, an Eskimo boy, and his kayak.
Yeah...something like that.
Kids' pronounciation cracks me up. Owen's current favorite cartoon is "Poster's Home for Imaginpary Pends."
Not breathing sucks. I am so thankful for asthma drugs, at least.So much this. Also admitting that, yes, I do have asthma helped. A lot, actually.
Frances decided to add her two cents: "Stop Iyak or you mi-ight fall down!"Cute! And prophetic.
Stoopid rain in stoopid nashville. Delaying my pwetty pwetty fast boys...It was the best rain delay ever though.
"We have some great female fans out there and they need lovin'..."
Best. Rain. Delay. Ever.
My favorite of Em's is, "I yawst my rock and I can' bineit!
And I suddenly get Burrell's tag. "Sister and Isaac"
yeah, I forget that only I read it in their voices.
I kid I used to babysit pronounced my name as this weird slur of sounds that ended up kind of like "Irry." That eventually became Hirry and then Hirrary, but it took a few years before he could consistently get all the Ls and Rs in the right spots. There was a while when it was Hirraly.