Smoochmoot Of A Sort. WK isn't a HHD or even a Freeper, but is a sympathizer, and may get sucked into this swirling vortex sometime after the mawwage. There was Scrabble, and Church, and Pizza, and Mall-Walking, and yes, there was smoochery.
Returned by way of Baby Andrew's place. Apparently Baby Andrew is still on the two-and-a-half hour feed'n'change schedule. Apparently he celebrated his fifth morning as a Discrete Entity by shotgunning a substance almost, but not quite entirely, unlike mustard out of his toches. This being a novelty was met with hilarity, but the youngster better put a cork in that sort of business rahther quickly.
Um, glad you had a good time. Can we ask for a moratorium on baby diaper weather reporting?
You haven't officially proposed yet, have you? I think I would not have missed something that big but my life's been crazy enough lately.
I hate to admit that the first time I saw such a substance coming out of a newborn I screamed that the child needed to go to the emergency room immediately.
Boy, was my face red!
Heh. Ain't been around little bitty babies much, have you?