I had my annual exam today and I've never seen a doctor laugh so hard at a patient's question before! (I asked if I was considered advanced maternal age.)
Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
The wee lumberjack picture caused an actual squee explosion from me, so I had to get my coworkers to come look. Then they understood.
He is absolutely precious, GC.
I had my annual exam today and I've never seen a doctor laugh so hard at a patient's question before! (I asked if I was considered advanced maternal age.)
If they're not saying "Let me call Guinness and give them a head's up" I think you're within the norm.
BabyBabyBabY!
I want to nom his cheeks!
Forget the cheeks, TUMMY! TUMMY!
So why the hell can't I fit into my old pants???
I think I also lost some weight recently (amazing, the visual effect of one more almost visible rib to the "is it just me, or did I lose weight?" body monitoring), but for some reason, can't fit into 2 pairs of jeans anymore.
My hypothesis: it's the cloths that are changing, not us.
FTR, I don't think I'm under 100 pounds just yet (prolly around the 104), so not alarmed. Hell, after the test-season I almost finished, nothing can alarm me anymore. Besides the test season which will start in about 3-4 months.
But oh, wait. There's an adorable baby that's staring at me. Humm... awwwwww!
Baby Chucks! [link]
Punk rock mommies!
Oh, Em. You little fashion diva!
Don't tell me what to do!
I WILL. THINK DIRTY THOUGHTS.
Cheeks! [link]
I cannot STAND!!!!!! how cute he is.
And little baby shoes are by weakness.