Strike what I said earlier. I think the model Hil linked to was the one I had as well.

I think my Easy Bake Oven was shit green.

ETA: Comme ça: [link]

My mom didn't hold with no toys that worked. You want real cooking? Come help me can tomatoes.

Those onesies are adorable, sj.

I hope the medical types are getting your coughing and other symptoms sorted out now, askye.

That is one ugly oven, Sue.

It was the Seventies, Dana.

I think that is even uglier than the "teal" one I had. I didn't think it was possible.

My mom didn't hold with no toys that worked. You want real cooking? Come help me can tomatoes.

That was my mom, too. And yet she was shocked when I decided to make French bread by myself at 12 years old.

My day today involved dealing with students cheating on a quiz. Like, completely blatantly copying an answer. An entire page worth of work, exactly the same. And it wasn't even a correct answer. (And there's one other question on that quiz where exactly three students -- these two, plus one I've been suspicious of in the past but haven't been able to prove anything -- looked at a fairly straightforward problem, which was identical to problems from the lecture, from the homework, and from the textbook, and solved it in a very sophisticated way that was nothing at all like any method I have ever discussed in class. The answers they gave aren't identical, though, and I can't figure out how it happened. But it involves using a method that I wouldn't expect any of them to think of, and then, in the middle of it, using a trig identity that we've never discussed in class and isn't listed on any of the "memorize these identities" lists that they're given.)

sj, so very much -ma for your and LTC.

Hil, I HATED dealing with cheating students. It pissed me off my no end, and then they'd try to lie about it, and parents and administrators sometimes had to get involved, in high school AND college. UGH. You have my sympathies.

I am on the Flexeril/Vicodin YAY train now, with a kitty curled in my lap, a hot patch on my hip and a massive bottle of water. And boy, guys, you should SEE the amazing bruise on my ass! It's HUGE. Which is weird, because my right hip/lower back hurts more, but there's no bruise on the skin.

because my right hip/lower back hurts more, but there's no bruise on the skin.

When that happens, I feel like the bruise is there, just gathering all its might to show up in a few more days, when you're feeling like, hey, I'm not as sore any more, and I don't look like I got hit by a train, and...WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BRUISE?!?

A bruise that takes days to develop is a bruise you respect.