It had never occurred to me that the posters at Aint It Cool ever grew up.
Where did you think the creepy Comic Book Guys that spend all day sitting around the shops bitching in lieu of working at a day job or showering come from?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It had never occurred to me that the posters at Aint It Cool ever grew up.
Where did you think the creepy Comic Book Guys that spend all day sitting around the shops bitching in lieu of working at a day job or showering come from?
The good news is I've found our True House in Seattle.
The bad news is, Lewis' hasn't gotten a call back yet.
Bah.
Owen and Olivia are currently having an argument. Owen is telling Liv that "fucking is a bad word!" and Liv is counting with "Fucking is a NICE word!"
I can see both their points.
Parenting fail. My kitchen sounds like a Tarantino film.
Hide the katanas!
Owen and Olivia are currently having an argument. Owen is telling Liv that "fucking is a bad word!" and Liv is counting with "Fucking is a NICE word!"
I can see both their points.
Parenting fail. My kitchen sounds like a Tarantino film.
I'm going out on a limb and guess that "Well, it all depends on the context" is going to cut it as a parental comment, is it?
I have to share this entry into parenting history: Casper, with the sign she made on her door to keep us out. Note the skulls. [link]
Awesome! To both of you!
My dad has a collection of sullen photos of me. It's funny.
Wow, flea! That look on her face is comically evil!
I have to wonder if I've failed at parenting somehow-- I've never been barred from either of my kids' rooms.
Although, for the first time, Nate requested I leave the examination room when the doc checked out the boy equipment.
Casper
Why am I suddenly standing in the middle of this cornfield?