But swimmers are nice to look at.
They are that. I have some as Cabana Boys today.
Question: Will hiding in a cavern with stockpiled chocolate goods be any part of this plan?
Xander ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
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Barb - Aug 11, 2008 6:42:18 am PDT #925 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
Aims - Aug 11, 2008 6:44:06 am PDT #926 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
But swimmers are nice to look at.
Hence the reason I was a timer for the boys swim team all four years in high school.
Toddson - Aug 11, 2008 6:47:52 am PDT #927 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
When I was in college, a friend and I volunteered to be scorekeepers for our brother school's cricket team (they break for tea during the matches ... and they didn't get all sweaty and smelly).
Tom Scola - Aug 11, 2008 6:49:34 am PDT #928 of 10001
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
There are a couple of pictures of Jessica and D at megan's on javachik's Flickr page.
Steph L. - Aug 11, 2008 6:51:47 am PDT #929 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Waking up at 4:30 after one has had delicious martinis and a strawberry mojito? UGH. I wasn't even hungover when I woke up because not enough time had passed - I was STILL DRUNK. Which meant the transition from drunk to hungover happened WHILE I WAS AWAKE.
Oh, do I ever remember doing this (to tie 2 themes together) at the Chicago F2F. I've done it since then, but not as horribly (I don't think).
I'm such a lightweight these days, 2 drinks puts me on my ass unless I have food with them. And even then, I'm tipsy as hell.
Susan W. - Aug 11, 2008 6:53:38 am PDT #930 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
But swimmers are nice to look at.
Yes, yes they are.
Last night my subconscious somehow managed to serve up Michael Phelps and the Duke of Wellington in the same dream. Unfortunately I woke up before I got to do anything, um, interesting with either man. Also, since my subconscious apparently cares less about plotting and narrative coherency than my conscious mind, I have no idea what time travel mechanism got us all in the same place.
Silly subconscious. Give me a plot or give me some action!
Barb - Aug 11, 2008 7:08:10 am PDT #931 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
Okay, I have fielded phone calls from my mother, arranged for boarding for the puppies while we're gone Labor Day weekend, let the Orkin guy in to deal with the unexplained infestation of earwigs and the occasional palmetto bug (actually, lots of rain to blame for that, but still...), fed the dogs, filled out forms for Nate's middle school, and printed out school supply lists.
You think I can actually sit down to write now, or would that be asking for far too much?
Aims - Aug 11, 2008 7:11:04 am PDT #932 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Too much.
You must now cure pre-teen acne and make a key-lime pie.
Jessica - Aug 11, 2008 7:11:26 am PDT #933 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I'm such a lightweight these days, 2 drinks puts me on my ass unless I have food with them.
I only had 3 after a not-very-big dinner (and long enough after that it probably counts as an empty stomach), and they were STRONG. Pre-baby I think I would have been okay, but 9 months of no alcohol followed by over a year of almost never going out...yeah. Buh-bye tolerance. Hel-LO to Little Miss Three Sips.
Barb - Aug 11, 2008 7:14:06 am PDT #934 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
You must now cure pre-teen acne and make a key-lime pie.
Well shit. The key lime pie I can accomplish with my hands tied behind my back, but when I'm still dealing with the every 21 days breakouts at my age, there's just no freakin' hope for the pre-teens of the world.