Thirded, by the same.
Thirded, by the same.
I enjoy being as reflective as the moon, myself.
This is serious shit. I used to be a school aide for kids with disabilities, and *I* got second degree burns from a sunburn on my chest because I was running after my student all day at a water park, making sure he was slathered. I was dumb and forgot to keep myself covered in it.
I find it way less offensive than any new Jaguar, Rolls Royce, or Cadillac.
I’m allergic to both of them, so I’ll just continue to read labels (which have gotten less blatant about telling you the drink contains them) and avoiding them like the plague.
Our wedding: 12 years ago this Halloween. In our apartment, with about 20 friends. And my mom on speakerphone.
Man, I love Vancouver for a lot of reasons, but stuff like this just makes me shake my head. I immigrated here from NH 12 years ago, and I will *always* be an East Coast girl.
I miss, so very badly, the perfume of my high school years: