Vatican's communications site runs Batman story
the reason for the unusual posting was an "internal system failure" due to a non-native English speaker posting the story on the website.
Man, I was all Fuck Yeah New Pope!
Buffy ,'Lessons'
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.
Vatican's communications site runs Batman story
the reason for the unusual posting was an "internal system failure" due to a non-native English speaker posting the story on the website.
Man, I was all Fuck Yeah New Pope!
We each have a Temperpedic pillow and then 3 regular pillows. DH uses one pillow; I use the rest.
I think I just like to feel air moving. If I'm driving and the vents are all closed I feel like I get twitchy and feel like I can't drive.
THIS. SO much this.
Tim got the IKEA memory foam pillow that's shaped to be supportive of the neck ("Go neck! You can do it!") because he was getting a lot of neck pain. It took about 2 weeks for him to adjust to the pillow -- which is WAY more time than I would be able to tolerate, having an uncomfortable pillow -- but now his neck is un-painful and he sleeps with just that one pillow. It freaks me out when I roll over and hit it with a hand or arm, because it's SO dense. It feels like a body.
Yes, totally. Does that make us land sharks?
God, I didn't need to know that site had socks and jewelry and handbags, too.
Our pillows are old, so they've gotten thinner. My parents have some that are so plump, I can't sleep with two of them.
When I was pregnant, I had to have a pillow between my legs, too.
In other news, my boss just told me he was in seventh grade in 2001. Wow.
Man, I was all Fuck Yeah New Pope!
Well, he IS probably a non-native English speaker, so you never know.
Jilli, I have an ask and a say for your adorable husband (he doesn't lurk, right--you'll paraphrase to make me look better, because I can't resist that temptation for shit...anyway).
He usually says "Thank you" while looking a smidge uncomfortable, because his instinct is to point out the things he doesn't like about the piece of art in question. Because he's a doofus.
Sleeping: some sort of pjs (white cotton Victorian-esque nightgowns for the win!), top sheet, LOTS of blankets. I really like the weight of lots of blankets. And sometimes socks and armwarmers, because our bedroom has no insulation and is like an icebox in the winter.
In typical ham-handed fashion, my pay-check-payer 'required' attendance on a conference call, however provided an insufficient number of spaces, or whatever you call them.
It's about a reorg in which they clearly have no fucking clue what they are doing.
As demonstrated.
my boss just told me he was in seventh grade in 2001.
Whippersnapper!