The NY Times has an article about a football player who says he's going broke from paying child support for his nine kids. He says that the mothers of four of those kids lied to him about being on the pill. Wouldn't he have learned to use a condom anyway by, like, the second time? [link]
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Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
You'd think
Okay, here's one for ya'll.
What does "instant" mean to you?
Specifically, when a store says "instant coupon," what do you expect?
I went to Walgreens tonight and they had many items advertised as having "instant coupons."
One of these was three packs of sugar free gum on sale for 3/$1.98 and 3/99 cents at checkout with instant coupon.
At the counter, they rang up at 66 cents each. I asked about the instant coupon, and was directed to a display at the front of the store where I could pick up a coupon book, remove the coupon, and present it to the cashier.
Instant? I don't think that word means what they think it means.
Instant? I don't think that word means what they think it means.
I totally get you, but I cannot resist saying:
Coupon? I don't think that word means what you think it means.
So, you're saying that the word "instant coupon" is an oxymoron?
Well, unless they had a dispenser at the checkout, I guess...
OK, the hell? My left foot just started hurting. It feels like something in there is swollen. I'm fairly certain I didn't dislocate anything, since it started while I was lying down. This is just weird.
I'm sorry your body is being such a PITA, Hil.
I am exhausted, lying in bed, and obsessing over various work situations so much that I can't fall asleep. It's too late to take anything to force the brain to turn off, but I'm on the verge of weeping with frustration about yet another night of 4-5 hours of sleep. No wonder my brain keeps spinning into anxiety and ovwewhelm. Feh.
((((Pix)))). I hope your brain let's you get some sleep soon. I find comfort that your clock is two hours behind mine, so you will get that much more sleep than me. Since it's 2:30, I will ignore the fact my job let's me sleep later. Get some rest. Relax.
Punctuation to Kristin and Hil and all the other hurty/insomnia people.