Happy Birthday, Emmett!
Geez Kathy, what a shock! But I'm glad you're still employed.
Note: Hand soap and cold water will take blood out of any washable fabric. Cold water, though, no warmer than cool-tepid. Even a set, days-old bloodstain will surrender to cold water and hand soap--pump soap is okay, but Dial or Ivory bar soap is even better--and a nail brush or old toothbrush are your best bet.
Also, if you beat the soapsuds to a froth, you can apply the suds only to upholstery to loosen a bloodstain, and then sponge it out with a sponge dipped in cold water. Just keep applying a clean part of the sponge to the stain till you can't see it anymore, then blot as dry as possible with a towel. You can hit it with a blow-dryer, too.
Maria, that's wonderful news!
StE had a tattoo of his and his GF's initials, which he had to have amended to replace hers with his wife's initials, until they divorced, at which point he was thinking a black pirate flag. I really don't dig the permanence.
StY has seven ear piercings on the right and nine on the left, plus tongue. He assures me "nothing below the waist, Mom." I really would rather not know. You know?
For the clumsier buffistae, among whom I count myself. Someone's done the math for how much bubble wrap you need to protect yourself from a fall, given a specific fall distance: [link]
I really would rather not know. You know?
That's funny, Bev. I am so with you. I keep thinking that, when my kids finally start becoming sexual beings, there's so many hilarious tales I will need to repress.
I dun geddit. Their gf's wanted to thank me, in detailed description for their, um, "attributes". No, really, no thanks! All them! Nothing to do with me!
Their gf's wanted to thank me, in detailed description for their, um, "attributes". No, really, no thanks! All them! Nothing to do with me!
Wow. That's some open communication. Yikes. And this is coming from a woman who can pretty much talk to anyone about anything.
I love the look of relief on my clients' faces when I wave past their hesitance and start speaking comfortably about sex.
But a son's girlfriend? No thanks!
I KNOW, right? Ugh.
Somehow I got to be a default confidant and de facto counselor (yes, I was seeing someone myself. Yes, I checked my responses with the pros) for a lot of their friends. But TMI is still TMI.
There are *lines* people. Lines that should never be crossed. Lines that should be more heavily fortified than the Maginot Line, and defended just as forcefully.
Bev, this is one of those lines.
(Yes, I threw up in my mouth a little just writing that.)
I was wondering if the brain worms had gotten to you.
Jilli, I downloaded a Gorey font that would be perfect for you. Not sure how easy it would be to tattoo, though.
Ooooh, tell me the name of it! Pete may have it on his computer already.
There are *lines* people. Lines that should never be crossed. Lines that should be more heavily fortified than the Maginot Line, and defended just as forcefully.
Whereas when Dad started talking to me about the possibility of him socializing/dating, I said
"You have needs, I completely understand, I don't think you're trying to replace Mom. Oh, and never give a porn site or escort your credit card number."
It's simply called "Gorey," Jilli.
