Buffy ,'Beneath You'
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, god, I'm so sleepy and I still have another status report to go before I drive.
Oh, crap, I forgot to give my manager a status report. And now it's too late; she's already had the meeting she needs it for. I'll just pretend nothing happened and maybe she'll forget I forgot.
I am relaxed. My jaw is slack and my teeth are not touching, my tongue tip is touching the top of my mouth just behind the upper teeth and resting on the tip of my bottom teeth, because I have whatever it is when your upper teeth stick out over your lower teeth.
Oh and by the way have I done that report that is overdue to the adoption agency, and when is my next dr. appt, because it sure seems like I need more or different meds, and is this caregiver person I am trying out stable and ok?
Dear heavens, msbelle, I didn't know we were sisters.
Happy birthday to Kat!
I can't give blood due to consuming beef in Britain during the Mad Cow thing. I miss volunteering at blood drives, though.
Related question: when you're relaxed with your mouth closed and your jaw open, does your tongue cover your lower teeth? Whenyour jaw is closed, does your tongue completely fill your mouth and press against the roof of your mouth?
No and sometimes (after I swallow, for example, it doesn't but it feels relaxed)
Not helpful, msbelle's parents.
yep. sigh.
Also unhelpful? ita's developers.
Okay, I think it's time to go home. That should be pretty uncontested, right?
Hell yeah
I wasn't sure and didn't think my tongue hangs over my bottom teeth when my mouth is relaxed, but it does. part touches the roof of my mouth but the tip is over my bottom teeth.
Yesterday, my ASL teacher brought two of her kids into class for a little while, because she had about half an hour or so with no babysitter available. The kids are both deaf, and both adopted from Ethiopia. Their mother tried to get them to sign with us. The nine-year-old girl told us her name, and that she's nine and a half, and that she was born in Addis Ababa, but then she got shy and started hiding behind her mother. The five-year-old boy had no interest in having a conversation with strangers, since spinning around in a chair was way more fun.
Go home, ita.
Me, I am at home before a three-day weekend during which I will cook meals for a dozen semi-strangers, and watch Foyle's War, and plot a story I signed up to write (as a pinch-hitter).
What should I do with a couple of pounds of freezer-burned tri-tip? I'm thinking bulgogi. Soy and sesame and ginger solve a multitude of evils...