Maybe the OP should just hand out raw eggs. Nutritious and the kids would love them!
Maybe the OP should just hand out raw eggs. Nutritious and the kids would love them!
Couldn't you hand out little toys or something instead? Even if the kids wanted to eat something like that their parents will likely make them toss it— fruits go bad and the news around Halloween is always filled with fear-mongering about poisoned goodies.
Can I just say that pretty much anything with lyrics is way too obvious? I like anything in the Ulrich Schnass genre. It sounds like liquid fucking anyway.
What, so he can then violate your dead body? Thanks but no thanks.
I agree. Also, it's not as though Minnie was remotely proportional to begin with (unless maybe she suffers from hydrocephalus).
My mister and I have access to each other's GPS / phone locations. He recommended it as a convenience thing about a year ago (we both have haphazard schedules, and it was hard to find a balance with too-much texting / calling and too-little; this way, I can see if he's still out with a client or still at his office…
I completely agree. One of my close friends was a nurse at a hospital that saw a high number of teen pregnancies (inner city DC). She said that the 15 to 18 year olds—assuming both mother and child were healthy—tended to have the easiest deliveries and the quickest recoveries, and that their bodies returned to normal…
It's awesome that you've found something that works for you, but carrying 90 pounds of extra weight is not the same as growing a 10 lb baby inside your womb: come back here after you've had a baby and we'll talk.
You're not alone! I own my own business, and could, in theory, hang out in a slanket all day, but I make a point of getting dressed every morning, in part to maintain my sanity. (That, and I'd rather go grocery shopping in my bra and bikini bottoms than sweatpants.) For me it's like cooking: I enjoy putting together…
Admiring anorexics for not eating is a little like admiring chain smokers for being able to suck down two or three packs of cigarettes a day, or someone with clinical OCD for spending two days scrubbing the floors in their house. It's not willpower that keeps eating disordered people from eating, but something closer…
I loved her for daring to say that out loud.
Why should this upset anyone? I'm certain that my parents have favorites— my mother adores my older brother and my second-youngest sister is a total daddy's girl— but I've never felt resentful or any less loved by either of them. I can look elsewhere in my family and see similar patterns—my grandmother's youngest…
Dear god. Please don't apologize for this post. If I were in your shoes I'd be slowly exploding—or more likely imploding—into some sort of incoherent mess of frustration and disbelief and sadness and rage. Are people really so callously blind? (And in writing this I realize it's probably my own whiteness that makes me…
Whenever I hear guys say this I ask how they'd feel about being hollered at or grabbed by a 6'5", muscle-bound, gay male—in other words, by someone whose advances weren't wanted and who'd pose a real physical threat. Most men just don't think about the penetrating aspect of rape until you make it explicit.
This makes no sense. 50 Shades is fiction. It's like meeting J.K. Rowling and bursting into tears because you'd started to believe that there was no such thing as magic, and Harry Potter rekindled your faith. (And frankly, discovering a billionaire hottie with some sort of psychic BDSM abilities—Christian and Ana…
It's the ubiquitous bad-guy / evil villain laugh—presumably the sort you'd hear if you went from a smirk or smug expression to a laugh? Bwahahahahah and Muahahahahaha are other variations.
I've never seen Twilight and had no real thoughts about her one way or another until this week, when I caught part of an interview with her online. Holy shit. I love how freakishly and spastically expressive she is—she communicates through full-body convulsions and wild hand gestures and it's somehow just awkward and…
I felt the same way. If I were a victim, I'd probably be scribbling notes.
Why not bake him a tin of birthday cookies? (Or if he's not into sweets, some sort of homemade granola bar, or something else that stores well and would be to eat while in a workshop.) There are plenty of recipes for cookies that travel well by mail (let me know if you want some ideas!) and a gift like that would be…
Am I reading reviews of the right book? I picked up "Gone Girl" last week, and could barely bring myself to finish it. Crime novels only work if they're believable—either because one can imagine the scenario(s) happening, or because the author has created a story (preferably one supported with real-world research) to…