Old men kiss babies, babies kiss trout.

My admiration of her form made my husband deeply uncomfortable. I think he is afraid that I am going to leave him. He knew what I was when I married him.

They are like eggo waffles, but made out of whipped potato. So, so good, and about a quid a box.

1) Potato Waffles are just the best. Fluffy clouds of crispy, salty deliciousness. Lovely.

2) I have an English Husband and English In-Laws. This is totally accurate. I would add 'That's a bit Cheeky'. Americans think it means 'Thats annoying, but funny.' The English mean, 'Your actions have filled me with an…

I love that they are wearing traditional Welsh hats.

It looks like an apple fritter. They. Are. Orgasmic. My husband went to Texas for two weeks once, discovered a little place called Shiply's Donuts and came back 20lbs heavier. He did save me one.

This is the appropriate smile for a man who spends time thinking of babies masturbating.

Girl dog. Just saying...

I proposed to my husband in front of Michelangelo's drawing of the Sibyl in the National Gallery, London. I gave him a Man-gagement ring inscribed with a (spicy) quote from the Song of Solomon, in Hebrew. Because our families freaked out a bit at this gender bending (although Matt loved it. He wears the ring and brags…

If I knew more, I would tell you! I'd never seen the like of it before.

Not that I know of. I posted more on someone elses comment (not really tech savvy) so everything I do know about it is floating around here somewhere...

I think they were Quakers, though the church is Christian Fellowship now. It was fairly small- only five or six graves but in pairs, buried together. It was an enclave of a larger cemetery and the groundskeeper didnt know very much, but it would be cool to find out! I'm leaving soon, but I will do more research while…

I found a Victorian lesbian graveyard today. Way the hell up in New England. Apparently there was a secret gay community here (they didnt call it that. they called it a sisterhood) women buried together as Mrs and Mrs, or Miss Mead, wife of Miss Stone, that sort of thing. Very fascinating and good to know that the…

Ok, this is a bit tacky, but it is also incredibly sweet. They know who they are, and what they want, and they care exactly as much as they should about what people say about their nuptials- nothing! They do not give a shit about what classist people like us think of them. I would never, ever do this myself, (I was…

On the way to work yesterday I saw a guy in a pickup truck hit a rabbit. He flipped the body like a tiddily wink. The spine and legs broke, the intestines came out, and even so the heart beat and the rabbit did not die. I stopped, pulled over and picked it up as it was crawling across the road. I held it to my chest.…

Note the costumes: sexy, yet providing full coverage. I could actually see people being active in these outfits without something popping out. Betty, down in the corner, looks so much more comfortable and confident without a thin sliver of fabric digging into her vag.

In 1996 someone donated this doll to the orphanage where I was living. I hid it in the lining of my coat to keep the other kids from stealing it. One girl did anyway. I was obsessed with her feet. They looked like actual human appendages, not Barbie flesh-wedges.

"I'm Chiquita banana and I've come to say - Bananas have to ripen in a certain way - When they are fleck'd with brown and have a golden hue - Bananas taste the best and are best for you -" Man the 50's were a fabulous time. Still very glad I missed them, though.

In Toni Morrison's 'Beloved' Sethe, an escaped slave, slits her infant daughter's throat (intending to kill herself after) because she believes that she is about to be recaptured and it is better to be dead than to subject her daughter- and herself- to unending sexual and mental torture. It seems that Emily was in a…

Though since my family is a quarter red-head we probably are distantly related :-|