'Just Rewards (2)'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Uhg, beet barf. And car barf! They should issue you all raincoats.
msbelle, this might be the dumbest idea ever, born of watching too much Supernanny, but would recording one of the tsuris to review with therapists be an idea? I dunno.It would take presence of mind in the heat of the moment, and possibly could be an unhealthy thing to do. But if it'd help you to point out what you are unable to forgive yourself for?
I think the most interesting part of Noah vomiting is that I wonder if it's all a ploy to avoid the dentist. He was supposed to have major work done tomorrow.
The 2010s, pronounced "twenty-tens",[1] "two thousand (and) tens", or simply "the tens",[2][3][4][5] is the current decade which began on January 1, 2010 and will end on December 31, 2019.
Well that's boring.
Strategic puker. Joys.
Well that's boring.
Pfft. I give it 2 years, and then everyone will be calling it the teens no matter what Wikipedia says.
I give it 2 years, and then everyone will be calling it the teens no matter what Wikipedia says.
Makes sense. For now, I think we should call this period the "pre-teens". Or "tweens."
ION, I need to note that Angry Birds fills me with seething frustration. There was some dude on the radio talking about the merits of video gaming, and one of the things he mentioned was that it was actually useful to repeatedly (and repeatedly and repeatedly) try and fail at the same task over and over.
Not if you are me.
I never was any good with games.
Lee, I sent you a text.
To the 650 number? I didn't get one.
Oh, beets are bad. Bad beets.
In ten years, are we going to be the equivelent of flappers? Or is there only one roaring twenties?
And car barf!
Ugh and ugh again. It's so hard to clean up car barf and to eliminate the lingering ick.
I visited with a friend yesterday who suddenly jumped up with an "Oh!" and grabbed a new bottle of Nature's Miracle out of the cupboard. It seems that ages ago I gave her a bottle after a young friend barfed in her now ex-husband's car. I could tell the ex was throwing a fit that made EVERYone cringe and all I could think was, jeez Dude, the kid is like 6, could you just calm down? Apparently, the NM did the trick, odor-wise and the effort appeased the beast.
Thankfully, he is out of the picture now...and I have an unexpected bottle of my favorite cleaner.