Aaaaaagh! AAaaaaagh! HOW? HOW can you stand it?
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The whole Vanity Fair article’s online, and it’s a good (scary) read: http://www.vanityfair.com/news/2015/03/t…
Oh, that’s a shame; I swear it was working when I posted it!
I love, love, love her.
I don’t have many morning rules, but NO GOING ONLINE until bathed, dressed, made up, fed, watered and ready for work is one of them. Amazingly (given how much screen time other people’s morning routines seem to involve), it doesn’t negatively impact my work at all - you all should try it.
Yeah - nothing says “I’m a competent professional” like office socks and a special blanky.
Oh phew - me too. I had to google it.
Honey, no. Consider your arm, which is the analog of a chicken’s wing. Between the elbow and wrist, you have two parallel bones, which is what you’re thinking of as “wing”. But between your elbow and your shoulder, you’ve got another, single bone - that’s what you’re confusing with a drumstick.
I actually don’t understand how he can possibly import his fucking “trophy” into the US. Surely it’s a violation of the CITES convention?
Not killing, please! Round Bloomington way, we say “Taking”.
“I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow
Ha - I came here to say exactly this. If someone’s using euphemisms, it’s usually a sign that they know what they’re talking about is unpalatable, unpleasant and, in this case, FUCKING WRONG.
I had a French teenager poking my elbow or my husband’s, depending on which of us was using the arm rest with his slightly malodorous bare feet (he was using our arm rest as a foot-rest) for 12 hours on a flight from London to San Francisco yesterday. Hard stares and the occasional accidental toe-crushing did nothing…
My Mum and I still hang out naked; we have some of our best talks when she’s in the bath. I’m 40.
It’s been eleven years of running a business together, fertility problems, sickness, family stress and more. And the marriage is, and always has been, an absolute joy. There are few things I can say about it that don’t sound totally clichéd. Rock, best friend, other half, soulmate, blah.
I am STILL having awful flashbacks to the drunk groom video every day or so. I wish it’d stop. And I want to know what happened next.
Anecdotal, but I also find that smoking it leaves me with a cough; vaping doesn’t. I’ve a number of friends in the same boat. Interesting, eh?
I had Mirena for fifteen years, swapping out every five. The initial insertion, with sounding and dilation, was so bad that I went into shock and had to stay in hospital overnight. I was terrified around removal/replacement after that, but nothing was remotely as bad as the original event, and I am acutely aware that…