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61Below is now a card-carrying member of the the Baby-Killing Castration Coven
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I live in too small a town for these people to know better.

Does it bounce?!

Le sigh... She seems like a very image-conscious person. Some of the gals at this employer-sponsored free class also go to this instructor's studio, and they seem to be very image-conscious too. LuluLemon wearing Serious Yogis who burn incense and play chant-over-synthesizer music types. Definitely not an

More than that, I sincerely believe that we are conditioned to do just that. Just as racism was encouraged to keep the working class from uniting, women are hands down expected to be catty towards each other.

I'm right-handed for some things, left-handed for others. I'm not truely ambidextrous, because I can't use my left hand to write well, but my left hand is definitely dominant for things like grabbing, catching, and manipulating. Hey! I wonder if that's a holdover from all those years in softball.

This is a topic of serious contention in my house: me because I haven't seen any of the Terminators, and Mr.61Below because he has never sat and watched Lord of the Rings.

Last week in yoga, the steam heating went haywire. Twenty of us were stuck in a too-small conference room for the free class, while cheap insense burned over the quiet thrumming sound of a sitar-and-chant CD. Sweating, I pulled off my long-sleeve layer and went back to it, thanking the good stars that I wear a tank

I give you two anectodal stories. One, where a dark skinned little girl is walking a block home from school and watching TV alone for an hour and a half. She learns to make her own snacks and entertain herself with her own imagination. Blonde White Lady neighbor calls Social Services and an unholy shitstorm ensues.

I'm actually kind of sad that I can't be both wife and nun, but then I remember that I don't need a habit to be a holy spitfire.

Isn't that what photoshop is for?

Now I can see the danger inherent in the widespread proliferation of hacked road signs. I'd see CAUTION: BEES AHEAD and I'd be all "Pfft, silly kids, doncha know velociraptors are where it's AHHH!! OH GOD!! BEES!"

Now I can see the danger inherent in the widespread proliferation of hacked road signs. I'd see CAUTION: BEES AHEAD and I'd be all "Pfft, silly kids, doncha know velociraptors are where it's AHHH!! OH GOD!! BEES!"

Now I can see the danger inherent in the widespread proliferation of hacked road signs. I'd see CAUTION: BEES AHEAD and I'd be all "Pfft, silly kids, doncha know velociraptors are where it's AHHH!! OH GOD!! BEES!"

Now I can see the danger inherent in the widespread proliferation of hacked road signs. I'd see CAUTION: BEES AHEAD and I'd be all "Pfft, silly kids, doncha know velociraptors are where it's AHHH!! OH GOD!! BEES!"

Oh to think of the number of Americans who wanted to put Michelle Bachman in charge of the nuclear football.

I'll never forgive the jerks who decided to make their driveway out of gravel. Yea that's a great plan, let's put a near-unlimited supply of rocks when you have a pack of six boys and one girl roaming the block.

Does anyone else wake up incredibly discombobulated in the middle of the night? Man the time my college dorm neighbor wandered into my bed and puked at 3 in the morning, the RAs at the front desk wouldn't believe me because they thought I was drunk. Or the time that I scared another neighbor during a 4 am fire alarm,

Our local hospital is taking donations of cast-socks and -mittens that are meant to cover the poor tootsies and fingers otherwise left exposed to the Minnesotan elements. Baby blankets, booties, and stocking caps are also accepted. Call around if you feel like knitting charitably!

We went for a camping weekend because we were all too broke to spring for a hotel room. Best weekend ever...just make sure you take a tent you're familiar with! Six giggling, swearing, buzzed girls trying to set up an antique tent in the dark piss off the neighbors.

Oh my goodness, I can actually see a boot camp bachelorette party being fun. We could rock our most awful old bridesmaid/prom dresses, generally make ourselves obnoxious and muddy, and get completely wasted afterwards. Think of the marketing campaign!