Just tried it. Doesn't solve the sheet problem, but it does solve the sagging problem. Thanks for the idea, omnis!
I just think it's rather odd that a nation that prides itself on its virility should feel compelled to strap on forty pounds of protective gear just in order to play rugby.
Giles ,'Beneath You'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
Hil R. - Jul 14, 2012 11:25:12 pm PDT #17100 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
billytea - Jul 15, 2012 3:17:08 am PDT #17101 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
It's been a good weekend. Some highlights:
1. On Saturday the family Tea went shopping at Box Hill. (There's a large Chinese population around there, so they have a lot of Asian grocers and such like.) We travelled by train, which Ryan loves. The wattle is coming into full bloom, and there are many wattle trees along the train line. (I love the golden wattle in bloom, no other flowering cheers me the way this one does.)
2. Over lunch, Ryan said something about growing tummies. I asked him if his tummy was growing. He said, "No, yours is!" t pat, pat Thanks, Ryan.
3. On the way back to the train station, Biyi was still talking about what Ryan said about my tummy. There may have been mockery involved. And then in the elevator down to the platform, she gets a thoughtful look and says:
"See, the thing about your tummy is............... You know Hitler..."
t hysterical laughter
"Did -- Did you just Godwin my tummy?"
4. Today, Ryan's cousin had a birthday party. She's three now, about two months younger than Ryan. Her party was at a sedate establishment called "Monkey Mania". After he got over his shyness (he is so very much like me), Ryan had a lovely time and ate all sorts of rubbish, and the room full of dancing three-year olds was pretty hilarious. (IMO, Ryan's miniature freakout over the prancing staff member in the monkey suit was an entirely appropriate reaction.)
Ryan's cousin is being sent back to China next month. She's going to live with her grandparents and go to school there, at least until she finishes primary school. I confess this is a decision that is quite alien to me.
5. Saving the best for last. I've continued Ryan's introduction to the world of David Attenborough (I will be seeing him live in one month's time!). Tonight he wanted to watch a Richard Scarry DVD, but I told him that first I had a special treat for him - that being the first segment of episode 1 of The Life of Mammals - the echidna. He was rapt. (And then, after watching the platypus too, got his Richard Scarry.)
I'm now sitting in bed, watching TV and eating a slice of lemon cake that Biyi baked. Good weekend.
SailAweigh - Jul 15, 2012 3:50:30 am PDT #17102 of 30001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
billytea, that does sound like a most excellent weekend. And the monkey would have scared me, too!
JenP, glad I could inspire! Now, if someone could inspire me, today. It's already 76 degrees here before 8, with a predicted high of 97. I am so tired of this weather and what it's going to do to my electric bill. If I wanted to live in Arizona, I'd move there. And considering I left that state in 1982 vowing never to go back (except to visit my son), I may have to put Wisconsin on my list of places that are hell to live in. PNW for me when I retire!
Connie Neil - Jul 15, 2012 4:02:36 am PDT #17103 of 30001
brillig
Tonight he wanted to watch a Richard Scarry DVD, but I told him that first I had a special treat for him
Richard-Scarry-hostage-holder.
I love Richard Scarry. I remember being in the 2nd grade and hiding in corners in the school lunch room with the big Scarry books. I was too well-supervised in the 1st grade to get away with it.
sj - Jul 15, 2012 6:43:43 am PDT #17104 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I'm at my cousin's baby shower(opposite side of the family) and I'm really trying to keep t together but i really want to curl up in a ball and cry.
omnis_audis - Jul 15, 2012 7:12:55 am PDT #17105 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
{{{ SJ }}} I say find a corner and cry. Go sit in the car for more privacy. It really does help.
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BT, quite lovely day. Can't help but think the last thing and item 2 are related. t /snerk
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Flooring guys said they'd be here at 9. Not here yet. Damn it, I woke up early for this. On the plus side, lil bits of sun are poking thru the morning cloud cover, and I can see, in the summertime, they won't go in my bedroom windows for quite awhile. So no glaring sun first thing like I was worried about.
erikaj - Jul 15, 2012 7:57:16 am PDT #17106 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
Personally, I think showers are THE WORST, at the risk of sounding like Miranda-Hobbes-Has-A-Terrible-Accident. But I do hate them(maybe Buffista ones would be cooler) but mostly, they're like feminism(and disability rights) never happened. Being the pathetic spinster who fumbles through all the childish games...good times.
sj - Jul 15, 2012 7:59:43 am PDT #17107 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
It's mostly about my aunt. The shower isn't bad so far.
erikaj - Jul 15, 2012 8:02:48 am PDT #17108 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
Yeah, timing's kind of terrible for that one.Even if you aren't making toilet-paper wedding dresses.
billytea - Jul 15, 2012 8:08:02 am PDT #17109 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I love Richard Scarry. I remember being in the 2nd grade and hiding in corners in the school lunch room with the big Scarry books. I was too well-supervised in the 1st grade to get away with it.
I loved Richard Scarry as a child. We will have to get Ryan some books, once he's reading on his own at least. We picked up the DVDs in Shanghai airport. (Biyi, of course, had no idea why I was so excited to see them.) They've rapidly become Ryan's favourites.