"Oh, Mommy, I really like the hair ... It's so pretty, I think it really is!"
I can't believe this is Bitches. No really. Seriously. Someone goes out of the way to share a story about a compliment on a hair style, and NOBODY demands pictures? I dunno. I thought this was a supportive group. Maybe I should change subscriptions to Natter.
Well, as much as I like alla y'all, I don't EVER want to see pictures of anyone's pubic hair.
So that's what kept me from being creepy and asking for a picture. I'm just weird like that.
Sometimes, my job makes me want to cry. I won't. But I really, really want to.
So that's what kept me from being creepy and asking for a picture. I'm just weird like that.
Indeed, me too!
WE ARE SO WEIRD.
people send me full frontal pictures. I don't get it. I thought it was clearly a tame set of sites.
Maybe they think that you just don't have access to the good stuff :)
Good morning, all.
Yeah, that's about it. More coffee.
Maybe they think that you just don't have access to the good stuff :)
And a couple of them define "good stuff" as full frontal of themselves. WTF, world?
Good morning. I don't feel hung over but I'll have a big glass of OJ just in case. Thanks, WS.
We've been rewatching "Slings & Arrows" at our house so I can't think of pubic hair without also thinking of knitting needles.
When I was in second grade or thereabouts, I misread "pubic" as "public" and was confused as to why it was called "pubic hair" as it's generally not at all public.
Oh, ita. You lucky LUCKY bitch, to get unsolicited full-frontals from strangers. I envy you, I really do.
People are stupid. But not my stepson, who just spent 3 hours making a NASA launch pad from balsa wood and stickers. Yesterday, it was 3 hours making a Mario games level from stuffed animals, toys and objets de stuff.
In More Shit Kids Say That Makes Me Sound Like Worst Stepmom EVAH news:
"Erin's TOUGH when I fight her!" And "I can never get out of her ninja legs!" were highlights of his call to his mom last night.
(He likes to pounce on me, put pillows on my body and wallow. And, of course, thrust his feet in my face. My ninja legs corral the Stank Boy Feet away, and keep him from bouncing on my rib cage, but I LOOOOOVVVE the way I sound like a hittin' pedo. @@)
