In Bitches, Steph L: Our bed is so high that a box spring would require that we pole-vault into bed.
Connie Neil: And that would be a problem?
Steph L: I have a bad back, he has bad knees, and I am so clumsy (think Mr. Bean) that I would break my face on my first try. Plus the bedroom is too small to really get a running start.
The place: Natter. The topic: religious education.
Liese S: I think Noah's definitely old enough to hear about God without believing it. I mean, I know kids that age who can articulate why they don't believe in Santa, even though they're willing to let other kids celebrate without disabusing them of their notions.
ita: Which would make him a nicer kid than me, because I was a disabusing little bitchette. No praying during Monopoly! First off, there's no God otherwise there'd be dinosaurs in the Bible, and secondly, if there is, he's not allowed to help your dice roll.
Ginger writes what just might be the perfect Buffista dating profile, in Bitches:
I believe in proper capitalization; the agreement of subjects and verbs; and a generous sprinkling of complete sentences. Also, I believe in making the red squiggly line go away.
I prefer long walks in a museum to long walks on the beach.
Try to hold my hand when we first meet and you risk losing yours.
I have already found myself. Now I'd like to lose myself again. I am not interested in spiritual quests of any kind.
Being called a lady makes me break out in hives.
To me, LOL means "please go away."
Frankenbuddha responding to Hec in Natter:
David S:
I drank my fiber supplement and topped it with a bowl of raisin bran and strawberries. I'm fiber full.
Frankenbuddha:
Probably not for long, though.