'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm starting to see definition in my arms! Not a lot, just a little when I do a bicep curl. But still change and exercises I'm doing are getting easier.
Go, you!
I, on the other hand, can lift adult human beings on a regular basis, and yet have no definition anywhere. I hate my body.
I went through speech therapy in junior high. I loved it. It was an hour I didn't have to be in class, and I got to talk about whatever I wanted to, for the most part (there were a few exercises we would do, but after a while, the therapist learned it was better to just let me talk and force me to stop if I started rattling things off incorrectly). She had this little clicky thing, and I had to click it each time I said a word with one of my problematic sounds (I was a lisper), showing that I knew it was in that word and that I tried to change it. I beat her previous records of most talkative client. I was always pretty pleased by that, which is funny looking back.
My SIL is pushing. Come on, baby!
How to really screw with someone's perception
How long did it take you to figure out how they were doing it?
Once I saw that the camera was not being shown, I started looking for differences, and it's almost impossible for two humans to be perfectly in sync.
Hee. That was amusing. Like you, I wondered how in the hell the camera wasn't being shown, but I thought there had to be some other sort of trickery there. But then around 1:30 or so, I got an inkling of what was going on. And then I realized why some of the shots looked wonky before: they were filming from the other side.
I'M AN AUNTIE!!!!! Not only am I an auntie, though, but I TOTALLY called the time of birth!
Welcome to the world, Little Guy!
Congrats, vw!
Aww, cutie! Congrats, Auntie vw!
I called the mirror thing, but I think I've seen it done before. It was well done, though. If it were me, I'd be convinced I'd turned into a vampire. Or Marcie. What pinged me was the timing of the water being turned on.
The victims should have interacted with the girl more. Touched her clothing, or lifted up a bit of her hair.
JZ's off watching burlesque and Lee Press-On and the Nails (goth swing music) for a well deserved night out.
Matilda has still failed to produce, but I rubbed her belly and could feel the obstruction and massaged it until it was moved over and down.
She's zonked out on a blanket on the floor.
In other sad news, the end of this week's Avatar episode got cut-off. Dammit! And it was a really good ep.
How to really screw with someone's perception:
9 out of 10 Germans are vampires. I thought everyone knew that.