Also, it means I have to put on pants.
I opted for Chipotle. Now, the pants.
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Also, it means I have to put on pants.
I opted for Chipotle. Now, the pants.
What should I put on the soon to be two year old ltc's wishlist besides a truckload of books? She has so many toys already and clothes. Her room is jam packed with stuff.
Zoo membership or something? College fund?
sj, are there any kid-oriented museums/zoos/etc. nearby that you would like a membership to? Otherwise, if she's full up on books, clothes, and toys, you probably don't have to give her much at all! She certainly won't notice or care. Or do you have to come up with a list to send to the grandparents?
Yeah. List for her birthday party. Maybe puzzles and things that don't take up as much room?
There is a huge difference between fresh tomatoes and cooked ones.
Fresh tomatoes are of the devil and give me acid burns and taste metallic. Cooked tomatoes are uncomfortably mostly-squishy but when mashed up enough make a lovely sauce.
I always asked for memberships or classes, until the kids were old enough to ask for their own stuff. (Which mostly meant that the grandparents got the gift membership AND a truckload of crap I didn't need, but at least we could go to the zoo for free!)
Sorry about the tomatoes. I used to get a rash around my mouth from eating tomato sauce, and tested positive for tomato allergy at the doctor's office, but it was never bad enough for me to stop eating pasta/pizza/chili. Eggplant makes my mouth itch and I don't like the taste enough to put up with it, so I don't.
OMG - how do people with chronic pain do this? This hip shit has only been less than two weeks and I have a fantastic doc who has given me the meds to keep it at bay. But I can't function on the drugs, I've missed about half a week of work and I have a new class that starts today.
The tears are hovering and I just wanna crawl in bed until this goes away. But I can't. I have shit to do. My BFF is helping me drive H to her dance class this evening so I could take my meds. Tomorrow I'll have to go med-less to be able to drive myself to PT. And as much as I would love that to be a magic solution, I know that is a process in itself.
Suzi, I mostly don't. I'm in aww of the people in chronic pain who manage to be productive.
how do people with chronic pain do this?
Gritting our teeth, having an overdeveloped sense of responsibility, and ignoring the fact that we're probably wrecking our health long-term?
I DO NOT RECOMMEND THIS PATH. Don't follow my example.