Those are good ones. Couple a cutieheads in those pictures.
Shelby Cobras. He races 'em with his dad.
'Objects In Space'
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.
Those are good ones. Couple a cutieheads in those pictures.
Shelby Cobras. He races 'em with his dad.
If you look at him while he's napping from above, you see pure future little boy. It's really amazing. And I need to get my pictures up. There's a great cheek-splitting grin on my camera. Plus the aforementioned little boy with killer eyelashes.
I've come to the conclusion that if you plop a baby I adore in the picture with me, I will like the picture, regardless of whether it is flattering of me or not. I am such a sucker.
eta: thanks, lori! I thought it was cobra but then suddenly my brain farted.
So cute!! Both a yez.
I wonder how marijuana does for headaches?
The ex swore by it for her migraines....
Sophia -- human homemade traps:
I was so confused. Why are we trapping HUMANS?? And then I realized it was HUMANE.
My hairdryer attempted to self destruct this morning.
Apparently DebetEsse is good at fixing those...
On the plus side, any circus of mine would probably have a lot of decorative boys in eyeliner. In cages
YUM. Even I could get behind that.
We had mashed potatoes for the first time, my SIL made them. Her first Thanksgiving with us, she'd been horrified to discover that we had rice instead.
Heh. I was also horrified, either that year or the next, at the lack of mashed potatoes. Though the sweet potato dish was particularly excellent, as I recall.
I always going to remember the gallon ziplocs of Allyson's mashed potatoes. Which were SO GOOD every time, even without ziplocs.
Heh. Here's some other recent Noah pics. He's no bigger than an apple! Okay, maybe he's the size of a pumpkin. Hard at sleep.
On the plus side, any circus of mine would probably have a lot of decorative boys in eyeliner. In cages
YUM. Even I could get behind that.*gets in line too*
Fuckme, I just went insane and tried to figure out ichat. I think someone needs to hand me a rotary phone and a pencil. For someone who works with computer systems, I am really a moron.
Norman Mailer posthumously awarded Bad Sex prize
To the point:
The winning passage, which leaves little to the imagination, begins: "So Klara turned head to foot and put her most unmentionable part down on his hard-breathing nose and mouth and took his old battering ram into her lips."