I was also wondering where ita was and getting ready to start the email/phone call/texting to figger out where she was. Whew. She posted after all.
You know, Paris Hilton isn't using her electronic ankle tag anymore....
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I was also wondering where ita was and getting ready to start the email/phone call/texting to figger out where she was. Whew. She posted after all.
You know, Paris Hilton isn't using her electronic ankle tag anymore....
Not a bad thought, I have to say.
So where's this hottest dad thing?
I think Jack Carter is tied for hotness with Eric Taylor (Kyle Chandler) as number one. Yes, ahead of Nathan and Sawyer, and Luka, even.
(Sorry.)
(I just do.)
Niki/Jessica as hot mom is a good choice.
So in reaching for my satchel in the car, I dinged my elbow somehow and now it feels like it's got a bubble in the joint. This happens occasionally. Sometimes to knees of knuckles, sometimes, inexplicably, under my shoulder blades.
I really wonder what it is. A twanged ligament/tendon? Something racked out of place and slowly moving back? Just nerve weirdness?
It's more curiosity than anything.
You may have a swollen bursa, sara. Or perhaps I mean bursus. Whatever's Latin for sack, anyway.
I admit that Jack Carter's probably a saner and better father than most of the ones I drool over, but there's a reason I think SpyDaddy is all that, and psych clearance isn't it.
And although HRG isn't traditionally hot, he has appeal in the SpyDaddy vein of things.
I have an ISBN and UPC code.
I must make icons!
We didn't have DARE in my school, but we did have Here's Looking At You 2000, a different program. In kindergarten through third grade or so, it was talks about how to say "no" and why addiction is bad. (Pretty much led all of us to believe that there were people out there handing out sheets of paper with little stars printed on them infused with drugs, and if we even touched it, we'd get addicted.) Also, the usual sort of stuff that induced any kid whose parents smoked cigarettes to go home and flush all the cigarettes down the toilet, and led all of us to insist that our parents couldn't drive after having one beer or one glass of wine with dinner.
There was also a parrot puppet named Miranda.