See, my mother CAN French braid. But I was a miserable child who hated having my hair brushed let alone braided. Now I make her braid my hair every time I'm home. Trying to make up for lost time but I too fear my future daughter will hate me for my lack of braiding skills.
Yeah and when they lost it was...awful. I can't explain it. My mother was sobbing, they had to do it for us, they couldn't do it for us, we needed it, New York needed it...
No kidding. That Bernie story and then the O'Neill story got me all misty.
Awesome. My boss has a rental property and had a similar, though not nearly as horrfic, situation this summer. Broken things - including a dishwasher and dryer, amongst innumerous small things. And the cleaner found bedding stuffed under a bed covered in vomit. That was after she found the uncleaned pile of vomit on…
Guess it's more Anne of Avonlea or Anne of the Island.
I love the one in the front right. He's like, aww, come on guys, let me in. Please? Just my hands? ALL RIGHT SCREW YOU I'M OUT OF — oohhh let me in let me in!
I do find Sadie to be terribly genuine and sweet. But then, I have an odd affection for Duck Dynasty.
My dad was gay, so this was never a problem for me. He always advocated for my fashion.
AHHHHH (my reaction to people like that reproducing. had the same reaction to the smoking pregnant trash i spotted last weekend).
The work that went into these pieces is really impressive. It's not just crazy for crazy's sake, though the makeup and hair do skew that way. The detail work is just unfathomable.
I think I should start a company that washes children's mouths out with soap when parents are too chicken-shit or stupid to do it themselves.
Parents, you should be ashamed, but I'm sure you're not.
hahaha "DO I LOOK ATHLETIC YET??????"