ms belle, if I could shove it through the series of tubes, I have lots of cupcakes leftover from my BBQ yesterday. Also, leftover salsa, and quinoa/bean/peppers salad, and some other stuff. Plus beer than neither my roommate nor I drinks.
'Just Rewards (2)'
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh man, why am I working? I mean, I knew I would have to, but it's still annoying. I'm still trying to decide if I have time to go the beach tomorrow. HMMMM.
cupcakes AND beer, that sounds like 8 kinds of heaven.
I love that kids just keep growing. It's a beautiful thing.
Except for the part where Emmett is starting to outgrow his size 12 shoes.
We just go back from buying him a foam roller because his ass is so sore from his cross-fit training. And he's got to catch an entire game tonight.
Since we were in the Richmond District, we swung by our favorite cheap Dim Sum plus and got lots of Siu Mai. Pork balls!
NOM sui mai.
Man, my lawyers are falling down on the job. I hate it when I can't get a solid answer.
What's perhaps most baffling to me about the "when you get your period" thing is that, on average, that's within a year or two of her current age, which doesn't seem like enough of a difference to make a difference.
I'm certainly no less likely to roll my eyes at a 13 year old than an 11 year old.
Timelies all!
We decided not to go down to the Mall like we do most 4th of Julys since a) it was ridiculously hot and b) we were still recovering from a con. Ended up at the Takoma Part 4th of July celebrations, and there were times where that was overwhelming me. Maybe I can blame the heat for that...
When a friend's 10-year-old told he was realizing a life-long dream three separate times during a conversation I thought it was adorable. Where is the line between "Oh, you're cute" and "Oh, shut up" ?
I know...I'm not sure. I like Willow Smith though, too.
Going through puberty is a pretty common metaphor for the divide between childhood and adulthood. I don't think it's something you can pin down to a specific age. Just seems like metonymy, pretty much, to me.