I hope all goes well with Darby, Brenda.
Dawn: I think a date should be in a real fancy restaurant, then champagne at a night club with a floor show, then ballroom dancing. Joyce: Unfortunately, we're not dating in a movie from the thirties.
'Get It Done'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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.
Lee - Dec 13, 2011 5:50:27 am PST #11276 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Cashmere - Dec 13, 2011 5:52:41 am PST #11277 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Lots of ~ma for Darby, Brenda!
but maybe some people start out that way.
I do think some of that perfectionism is innate with individuals. Figuring out how to work past that is tough for an adult. Can't imagine trying to explain it to a little kid.
Lee - Dec 13, 2011 5:52:46 am PST #11278 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Okay, but what's the down side?
I missed the memo on serial killer chic.
That's just me though
Sue - Dec 13, 2011 5:53:22 am PST #11279 of 30001
hip deep in pie
Much ~ma to Darby and yourself, Brenda.
§ ita § - Dec 13, 2011 5:56:13 am PST #11280 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I don't count dismembering Barbies as an endorsement of murder. I *do* think dismembering Barbies can be funny.
Amy - Dec 13, 2011 6:01:58 am PST #11281 of 30001
Because books.
I really like the boobs one. But the mouths without faces freaks me out.
meara - Dec 13, 2011 6:17:08 am PST #11282 of 30001
Brenda, this is the first place I've seen that. How ridiculous!!
Steph L. - Dec 13, 2011 6:22:33 am PST #11283 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Jesus Christ. My dad just called me at work to ask me to look up a person's phone number online because he doesn't have a white pages. He didn't even know where she lives, at which point I told him there are going to be literally hundreds of people in the country with that name.
He keeps calling me more and more at work to ask me (or tell me) random unimportant bullshit (or at least things that can wait until after work). If it were any other person, I wouldn't answer my cell phone and let it go to voice mail, but every time I see his name on caller ID, I assume that he's having a heart attack, because why else would he call me at work? So I answer it in case he's dying. AND HE NEVER IS.
Apparently we need to have another come-to-Jesus talk about not calling me at work for bullshit reasons.
Zenkitty - Dec 13, 2011 6:26:50 am PST #11284 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Get-better~ma for Darby!
I was as Matilda is, although the assignments that made me cry were math. I still suffer from the perfectionism curse, though I'm slowly getting past it. (Does anyone else, when trying not to Write Perfectly, find themselves trying to Write the Right Kind of Badly?)
DavidS - Dec 13, 2011 6:47:31 am PST #11285 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Matilda said her vagina felt funny this morning. (Not "ha ha" funny.) It's hard to get a 5 y.o. to clarify that. But apparently kind of of tingly/tickly? Would that be a result of the yeast infection medicine? It wasn't before.
And now she's saying it stings when she pees. Again.
Why won't it go away??! Why must ladybits be so complicated?
It would help if she were more stoic so I knew when to take her seriously. But she cries about the tags in her shirt and every gas bubble and if her sleeves stick out of her jacket. You know?
But I do think it's bothering her. I just don't know what else to do. Don't really want to make a fourth trip back to the doctor, but we might have to.