Why yes, yes I am.

Hah! I have an old pic (in a magazine somewhere, yes, see name, I am old) of the Barenaked Ladies lined up naked with their boy parts hidden so they looked vulva-ish. Sent it into a radio station and won free tickets to see them. Feeling dated now, but still giggly.

I had the same thought! Really mom? Getting dressed up for this?? Then had warm snuggle thoughts about our un-limelighted blue-jeaned family doing this in fun times past and felt better. Now the only thing my PC kids will let me do is decorate a wild-pine house plant. This year it's three feet tall. Whoop!

My cat does this! He bats at me, wanting my arm or hand to lick and if I get tired of it and pull away he will, no shit, back up three feet, get his pouncy thing going and launch into my arm. Sometimes my calf. Freaks me out. I have been told to 'withhold affection' which makes sense and not at the same time. What do…

Can the Vulvomatics open?

Did someone say care package?

Thank you for that. Much better picture in my brain.

Wow. And I love your name. I am curious (I am having all sorts of tests right now because of a certain brain quirk) do anagrams just sort of jump out at you?

I love the dress too but am confused. Wouldn't her below the breast tattoo be showing? Where'd it go? Is this an old pic?

Awesome. Thanks!

Awe, dissenter here. My first thought was, "man, wearing the most comfortable looking clothes ever, how brave. How cool."

Yes.

Yes. I am in Canada. Our top spy co. is CSIS. A good neighbour asked me to recommend her son's application. Damn if they weren't on my doorstop within weeks. Wanted to know his facial expressions when the lawnmower broke. If he looked at my breasts. If I would leave my children with him. There is a standard, and…

Thank you.

I really appreciate your post.

hehe

Yeah, perhaps I am in denial but I keep wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt and think she used the wrong word there. Cause, ugh.

Although one year for Christmas I bought my ex the book, "My Life Is A Mess and it's All Your Fault." It set off a chain of practical jokes that lasted for a couple of years. Eased tensions considerably. Unintended consequences and all that. I get what you are saying, I do not have it in me to buy a 'mean girl'…

I have been looking for seaweed chips since forever. Any ideas? I suppose I could make them?

My fancy-pants British ex used to roll his eyes when I ate sunflower seeds. I think I understand why now. The fact that I didn't like motherfucking balsamic vinegar on my goddamn mushrooms put me in the lower class as well. See above: ex.