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oh man, I hate to hear the family cat was given away, especially one who loved her family that much. Couldn’t they have just kept an eye on the door and shut it?

I dunno. It could work. I imagine that they wouldn’t meet face to face in the earlier timeline, but perhaps that they have indirect business together. He was just a schoolteacher but involved in a series of events that are ironically and comically petty on a suburban middle class level, but has a ripple effect into

I went to art school, graduated with a precious, highly impractical degree (as far as the rest of the world thinks anyway...I still appreciate it for it’s own sake) and I still couldn’t stand snowflakes like these.

I thought coordinators were hired specifically to field problems if and when they come, not duck and hide.

I know, tradition and all that...but it’s just as well you didn’t eat freezer burned cake. Stale food is waste of indulgence! Make a new first anniversary tradition: warm from the oven homemade pie and the most premium ice cream.

yeah, but do they mean conventional peanut butter with cottonseed/soybean oil and sugar/high fructose corn syrup? Because the good nut butters are just nuts or nuts and a little salt.

But how would schedule a c-section without seeing her? Unless she lied about all the doctor visits? Not taking issue with you...this is just confusing, period.

Based on the top photo—-baby pygmy hippo looks like milk chocolate that just popped out of a baby pygmy hippo mold.

It’s a kind of cutish phrase I guess. ehhh. A semi permanent alcohol carby bloat face and body isn’t sexually attractive to me. I don’t mind the struggle with a few extra pounds if they are otherwise taking care of their body—eating nutritious food, weight lifting, some walking/biking/swimming or whatever. That said,

This may be the one aspect of Merica I’ll always embrace even though I’m a tree hugging hippie liberal feminist atheist. Fahrenheit should be worked into some feel good national anthem. It just feels right. Metric everywhere else-fine, you can have that.

The Titanic cover image reminds me of when I’m on a public bus on full artic ac blast, but unfortunately right after a long stretch of hot weather breaks with a drenching thunderstorm, and outdoor temps plummet to 60s/low 70s..and I had just been caught in it, drenched.

With a dad like this, her internal emotions and torment are of no consequence. What matters is how a perceived extension of himself reflects on his pride and control.

I’m the same height as Basinger and I was 108 lbs once in my lifetime....as a teenager with eating disorder. It didn’t look good. I have one photo from that time and it was scary looking and sad.

Good for her! Good for you for reconsidering all that too! Besides, I could see how one could dissect say, the meaning of red lipstick with some primate evolutionary overtures to a mature sexuality, not the hard shell growth off of our fingers and toes. Maybe in context of matching the lipstick in a previous era, but

My mom died of both metastasized breast cancer (went into her spine...slowly paralyzing her and a separate nice side order of leukemia that pretty much doomed her).. I think the “awareness” exercises and fundraising are self congratulatory monkey see monkey do bandwagon bullshit. Her problem is she hated to go to the

awwwh.....oh!...hey....looks like she lost the lovebird challenge.

I agree, but they sound like they would be good backup for a tampon on a heavy day.

For really heavy flow at bedtime ...I once found out in fit of desperation that a thick folded washcloth in the underwear absorbed and prevented leaks better than the pads. (I was out of pads/pons late a night and needed something. Sometime that touted dri weave lets the flow go elsewhere when I’m laying on my side) I

You’re right-it would be harder-not just studying the human body but a variety. He just an asshole.

but that sounds like anxiety about being ready for the challenges and choices of what is ahead of you, not a fear and mourning for lost youth and beauty, and therefore apparently a woman’s total worth and a right to be seen, when she hasn’t even reached legal adulthood.