Even went over into plow
That's the normal transition pose from shoulder stand where you put your feet back over the top of your head. So you look like a plow!
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Even went over into plow
That's the normal transition pose from shoulder stand where you put your feet back over the top of your head. So you look like a plow!
vw, I still fondly remember being read James and the Giant Peach in one of the lower grades.
Ooh, good one.
Fashionistas, a friend gave me a tie as a present, knowing I'm heading for a conference. But it has these Klee art patterns I remember wearing in the 80's. What I see people wearing around here these days are mostly wide solids, which I own a fair selection of. Should I stick to solids?
I feel so 21st century. I've got last night's Bones playing on Hubby's laptop--much better Internet processing--while I type on the board on my machine.
Ah, watching my favorite ep of the Simpsons -- the one with John Waters where Homer is afraid that Bart will be turned gay.
"Dad, why did you take me to a gay steel mill?"
"I don't know!"
Keep reaching for the stars!
My mother has gone insane. At Rosh Hashanah services, we were sitting in front of a couple that she kind of knows, and their son, who's about my age. I vaguely noticed him when I turned around during one part of the service -- "vaguely noticed" as in "Oh, that's who's sitting there." I think I may have said hi or shanah tovah or something. I have never seen this guy before in my life, and thus have never exchanged more than, literally, two words with him.
My mother just sent me a link to his linkedin profile, and asked if there's a way to find out whether or not he's single.
In every Mother's life there comes a time when she tries to BREED GRANDCHILDREN...
OK, and I just looked at the profile. That's definitely not him.