Yes. I ALWAYS knew that she was a shitty parent. Absolutely.

Exactly. When I read that bit I was all, okay, Taylor, either you are extremely stupid - or you think that I'm extremely stupid. One option makes me shake my head sadly, and one pisses me the fuck off.

...eh, yeah, but given how focus-pulling the veil is, any trickery in the actual dress itself might have turned it into one of those things that looks like it was made in one of the 12-hour unconventional materials challenges, whilst Tim stood by and expressed his concern.

His well is dry. He has no tap water to filter. Or bathe in. Or anything else.

Nothing seems to penetrate his heart?

I have a good friend I'd like to introduce her to; she too is a family practice attorney, and her motto, which I have seen proven many times is, "I will get you your half - and half of his half if they fight me about it.".

A really good friend of mine (born in the early '60s) is named "Yvonne". Lovely name, you say, and so it is. The problem she ran into, as she grew up, is that her mother had never heard the name, merely admired its looks in a book she once read, and so my friend grew up with her name pronounced as "y-VON-nee".

Of course it was. Pinkeye does many awful things, but one thing it does not do is move your eyebrow waaaay up into the center of your forehead.

Yeah, I find that "he's straight; how DARE he try and help the cause?!?" hyperbole - well, I'd say laughable, but it's more head-scritchy weird than anything else.

As someone who has read quite a bit of fanfiction (slash, het, and gen) and who has written a few bits and bobs (although v.small amounts and not any of late; my guys were the Highlander: the Series pair, Duncan and Methos, and they've been off the air for a very long time #woe) I always did so to explore areas that…