Poor Dylan!
Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's like this cleavagy slut-bomb walking around 'Ooh, check me out, I'm wicked-cool, I'm five-by-five.'
Willow ,'Get It Done'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Dec 09, 2010 5:24:51 pm PST #10071 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Jessica - Dec 09, 2010 5:24:54 pm PST #10072 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I think they will still give you a discount even if you're Jewish.
Ha!
shrift - Dec 09, 2010 5:26:01 pm PST #10073 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I think the Squishable Snail is pretty adorable. And so is the Otter. I'd get T-Rex for myself.
sarameg - Dec 09, 2010 5:26:08 pm PST #10074 of 30001
Nice dr.
First time I visited the ER, I was..uh 16 or 17. Car accident as a passenger.
billytea - Dec 09, 2010 5:27:35 pm PST #10075 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I want to get a couple of Squishables sometime (though I suspect the shipping costs would be an issue). Probably penguin, panda and maybe frog - one for each of us.
Jessica - Dec 09, 2010 5:28:53 pm PST #10076 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
My first trip to the ER was pretty young, and was either a kidney thing or an asthma attack. All things considered, I'll take a smushed thumb.
Cass - Dec 09, 2010 5:30:02 pm PST #10077 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Brave little dude.
You've reminded me to get my brother a stuffed infectious disease.
I keep putting a stuffed pertussis on my list but I can't this year because my littlest nephew came down with it at Thanksgiving and I think it'd be in bad taste. Plus my parents NEVER get it for me.
(And, yeah, let's not talk about how he got whooping cough and how it's well-known there's a huge, deadly outbreak in California and I am a huge OMG, get your damn vax proponent for the last several years since I discovered it existed still. Because I haven't vented my rage about it anywhere and I'd hate for one of you to get ambushed. Normally, I'd happily say we should discuss. Not so much this time.)
§ ita § - Dec 09, 2010 5:37:39 pm PST #10078 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My first visit to the ER was either the first split open chin or the newspaper eating thing. Either way, 4 or younger. Or maybe the stitches on my knee. I totally don't remember those.
Amy - Dec 09, 2010 5:40:59 pm PST #10079 of 30001
Because books.
Ben was our ER kid. Swallowed a penny which got lodged at under three, cut his head wide open the next year. The stitches that required made my usually sunny, completely agreeable kid a screaming, hysterical wreck when it came to haircuts for a while. That was an interesting year for him, in hair.
My brother was an ER kid, too. Falls, concussions, broken bones. I came home twice from playing at a friend's house to find a neighbor waiting to tell me my parents had taken him to the ER.
DavidS - Dec 09, 2010 5:48:29 pm PST #10080 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
He smashed his thumb in the hinge of the bathroom door
Yikes! I know of two different kids who suffered traumatic amputation of a digit in this manner.
(Both had their fingers sewn back on.)