Sounds like the optimal atmosphere for a fungi.

That’s what the spin cycle of the washing machine is for.~Woman who washed clothes one garment at a time

We bought our first VCR in 1980, and $1000 is exactly what we paid. We got the bonus of a handy dandy wired remote control too.

I’m going to have to generalize here. I’m a crone staring down the sights at 60, and there are several big differences I see in young females this age-ish from when I was this age-ish. Some for the better, some not. First, most of us would likely offered the other the better bunk first, and we would have been quietly…

It’s just a bunch of these backstage with a bunch of models in patinaed copper leaf, the breath of passion-flowers and organza-splattered-with-pea-soup gaucho pants are rolling around.

It’s “graze”.

This has been my experience as an ex federal prison healthcare employee. It’s been well over a decade though, so it could be different, otherwise, it’s been my experience.

I have worked in a Texas max. security prison and a fed. penitentiary. You will only get the minimum in our state prison unless they sign up for trials, but the feds are usually a little more accommodating.

You’re about to trigger a panic attack for me, lol.

*Some* places do, but not many.

My pleasure. I wish more women were taught they can do this. Talk about feeling powerful both as a mom and a woman. To literally pull that baby from yourself and lay her on your belly and feel that warm weight. God, it was just so, so, primal, in a great way.

My last two pregnancies were atrocious. I had given myself thousands of injections, weekly US’s, all that goes along with gestational diabetes and a blood clotting disorder, “advanced maternal age”, yada, yada, yada.

My best labor was with my middle child (even though it was also a godawful experience for many…

Not sure why this just posted to an old ratched account of mine (in the grays) but this was my experience with a therapist, but I guess he was woMANsplaining, since he was speaking for all of us:

It’s been this crone’s experience, that the only thing killed while under the influence of weed, is a giant bag of Doritos. (The “you fly, I’ll buy”, variety pack.)

Agree 100% with you. Between the racism and the misogyny, the deck was stacked on jump street.

I bet she (Martha) has the head of the guy who dented the 4th piece of luggage from the left in the gold colored bag.

YAY!

Is this the countess?

It’s a sticky wicket. For example, I’m a female. I am larger than the average male @ 5'10.5" and 178 lbs. I’m the middle child with two brothers on either side, a year between each of us in order. We fought like cats and dogs when we were kids, wrestling and fistfighting. I could hold my own and even “win” about half…

You know Twinkies are just cheap white cake injected with cream?