I'm just concerned about your welfare. Bras can carry bacteria. Also, boobies. Bras carry boobies.
Due to the baby, Dee wears maternity bras that allow her to easily pop out one boob or the other for easy feeding. When I first discovered this I thought, "Clever. That's very convenient," because I was 35 years old when I first saw this in action. However, 16 year old me would have had his mind blown if his girlfriend wore one of those bras so that I didn't have to struggle with the weird clasp in the back. Now that I'm old, easy access to boobs isn't quite as big a deal. Plus, boobs don't hold the same appeal once you realize they are the major component in keeping your daughter alive.
I hope this will be the last I write about bras. I will not make the same promise about boobs.
The only thing that would have made your Ryan Murphy experience better was if Howie had run him over and erased him and anything he's ever created from the Earth. I've watched a few episodes of Glee and it is awful. They just take popular songs that have already been watered down to appeal to as many people as possible and water them down even more and then add crappy dance routines. It would be like Panda Express suddenly serving hamburgers. The show is not creative or clever.
I also would have said, "Who the hell is Ryan Murphy?"
A hummingbird named Stillman. Delightful.
I'm skeptical of roller coasters that rely too much on "the experience." Roller coasters are super fucking awesome and they don't need to be dressed up. Drop me from ridiculous heights and get me going real fast and I'm good. Sit me in a box that bounces around in one spot while Harry Potter beckons me to join his Quidditch match and I'll find the nearest park employee and ask her if she thinks I'm stupid. Then I'll head for the nearest unfettered roller coaster and ride it a thousand times.
I guess that my definition of a salad is a bunch of stuff mixed in a bowl. Upon further review, those things need to be chopped up. There also needs to be some kind of binding material.
Yeah, I was a dick to the honey lady. It felt good. I was unreasonably angry about the honey bottle.
Dee and I got to choose countertops and cabinets and flooring for our condo when we moved in. We also had the option to have them paint the place in our chosen colors but we passed since we weren't sure what colors we wanted. We have been there since 2006 and we still haven't painted. We probably never will. Good thing we're both colorblind.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night convinced that something terrible has happened to Scarlett. When I check her crib, she's always sleeping adorably. I can't wait until she's old enough that something terrible happening to her will just build her character.
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