I'm watching a talking crayon.
heh. some days, ND, your job ...
ok, I just ordered what may be the One True Sunhat (at least from my in-depth reporting on the beach yesterday) here - [link]
and then I read the NYT and got really, really mad: [link] (eta: squick factor = women-y stuff w/a side helping of surgery)
...I think as long as other people can see the talking crayon too, it's OK.
Thankfully yes. It's a very funny crayon.
heh. some days, ND, your job ...
Yes, most days I think.
diet coke:
also? Iris is snoring away, my butt is now asleep, and I have to pee.
ps - the mad was in addition to all the other items that render someone uninsureable... what's next? sorry, can't insure you because you're: (a) female, (b) human, (c) breathing...
also - DH says hi
I'm babysitting from noon until five today - which means that I have a little over an hour left until her parents come to pick her up. Dear Gods, let it go by quickly. Pleasepleaseplease.
Never. Again. From now on I'll be sticking with infants. No toddler rule is back in effect.
BWAHAHAHA.
Nicole, I feel your pain.
On a daily basis.
What's mindboggling is this:
The higher rate is based on a Caesarean costing an average of $2,700 more than a vaginal birth
So they're fucking with people's lives over a hypothetical cost that could be wiped out with a single sprained ankle anyway?
I don't know how you do it, Cash. I just... I don't.
My usual rule is once they hit the one year mark, I'm out. No more babysitting, fewer visits to the house, etc. My girlfriend Laura, however, has these big brown eyes and she looks all sweet and innocent when she says, "Adison will just sit and play quietly the whole time we're gone."
LIAR! Cranky two year old crying jag since about 15 minutes after mommy and daddy left.