Just me being me. Or, how I'm learning to love the eternal mystery/paradox/craziness that is otherwise known as my brain. "We have done the impossible and that makes us mighty." - Joss Whedon
Just me being me.
Or, how I'm learning to love the eternal mystery/paradox/craziness that is otherwise known as my brain.
"We have done the impossible and that makes us mighty." - Joss Whedon
I have a cold and I'm blaming Harold.
Sounds like a pathetic excuse to bow out of yoga to me.
Oh I'll be there - breathing and coughing all over YOU.
Bring it on. After a month fighting various forms of the grunge from Lynnea and Oklahoma my immune system laughs at you and your snotty ways.
At least you don't have pneumonia! And your lung didn't collapse!Big baby...
Yeah, I think Harold has sand in his vagina again.Seriously Harold, you might want to get that checked out...it seems to be happening with more frequency.
How am I the big baby? I'm not the one blogging about having a silly cold.Sheesh. The Matriarchy needs to calm it down a bit.
Oh NO he didn't....
I think I have a tear! It pleases me to no end to know that Harold considers Renee and me the Matriarchy! (But since Harold is the one crying about his vagina, shouldn't he be a part of it too?)
Why beholdest thou the grains in my vaginaBut considerest not the sand castle in yours?
Three things:1. Ew.2. I totally saw and heard you say that in my head, with your brows raised and your lips pursed and your silly grin.3. Well done.
Three more things:1. Yes, Harold. Well done.2. Actually, I was calling Holly a big baby.3. Don't either one of you ever dare make me contemplate either one of your vaginas again.
I could stand to hear a little more.;)
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Sounds like a pathetic excuse to bow out of yoga to me.
Oh I'll be there - breathing and coughing all over YOU.
Bring it on. After a month fighting various forms of the grunge from Lynnea and Oklahoma my immune system laughs at you and your snotty ways.
At least you don't have pneumonia! And your lung didn't collapse!
Big baby...
Yeah, I think Harold has sand in his vagina again.
Seriously Harold, you might want to get that checked out...it seems to be happening with more frequency.
How am I the big baby? I'm not the one blogging about having a silly cold.
Sheesh. The Matriarchy needs to calm it down a bit.
Oh NO he didn't....
I think I have a tear! It pleases me to no end to know that Harold considers Renee and me the Matriarchy! (But since Harold is the one crying about his vagina, shouldn't he be a part of it too?)
Why beholdest thou the grains in my vagina
But considerest not the sand castle in yours?
Three things:
1. Ew.
2. I totally saw and heard you say that in my head, with your brows raised and your lips pursed and your silly grin.
3. Well done.
Three more things:
1. Yes, Harold. Well done.
2. Actually, I was calling Holly a big baby.
3. Don't either one of you ever dare make me contemplate either one of your vaginas again.
I could stand to hear a little more.
;)
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