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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.
The vegan thing is difficult when you yourself are not vegan and don't know all the rules.
And frankly, if the parents are antivax AND vegan AND no sugar AND no gluten, it's unlikely that their kids' dietary rules will follow any logical or commonly accepted definitions of the words "vegan" "gluten-free" or "sugar-free." And there will probably be other restrictions in there that no sane person would even think to ask about.
Huh, that's weird. I don't remember climbing up on this soapbox...
What she said!
Huh, that's weird. I don't remember climbing up on this soapbox...
Something about Jessica's response makes me think she perhaps has met such a parent and knows whereof she speaks...
I just want to know where the heck I can get me some MARS ROVER HOT WHEELS!!!!1!
Also, Broadwell's prom date has a worse '80s perm than she does. I am pretty amazed that I had it through high school in the late 1980s and never permed my hair. (My mother did once, and she looked like a poodle. But I think it cured her of the lingering resentment she had about her older sister's naturally curly hair.)
Aw, Dana. You did the right thing! And the dog warmed up so quickly to you, it should be fine with people who know about dogs.
I always think of myself as being about 26 years old.
I was just saying something about my age to a coworker, and realize that I genuinely think I'm 36.... but I'm not. I'm 38! It's not a huge difference, but it's really stuck in my head.
So the rabidly anti-vax nutwhack in my fb circle now has to deal with an outbreak of whooping cough in her kid's school.
This is happening at my friend's school. She teaches there and one of the anti-vax students came down with whooping cough. My friend is not vaccinated (she's an adult, and hasn't had the booster) so she is having to take antibiotics just in case. That sucks.
I have to do math now to remember my age. At some point it stops being an essential part of your identity, I guess.
It's kind of hilarious (in an Alzheimer's humor kind of way) when people ask my father how old he is. He almost always starts at fifty-something.
In fun news, the Good Stuff tumblr has (at least) 1,061 followers now! It has been picking up followers like crazy today. I swear it was 980-something last night, and I was going to say something when it hit a thousand.
I have to do math now to remember my age.
But only N+1, right? For a month or so after my birthday I have to consciously remember I'm N+1 now, not N, but that's always been the case for me ever since I was a little girl.
I'm pretty aware of my age.
On Sept 11th, I was exactly 47 and 1/2. So now I am closer to 50 than 45.
My brain likes to sieze on facts like this.