Posted on 12/23/2006 11:31:23 AM PST by BibleBabe1
You're bound to find it, 'Face. That pony has got to be slowing down by now.
*innocently whistling*
I know it's later in the morning where you are than it is where I am, but I'm still trying to deal with a queasy stomach, brought on by morning.
I seldom eat anything until I've been up several hours (I've been like this since I was a kid) and I suspect it will be several hours more, thanks to you, before I attempt it...:o|
Yes... cookies drop from my, nose... perseptive as usual......
;)
Heh! It so happens I made chocolate chip cookies yesterday! I like them when they first come out of the oven because the calories haven't had time to expand. I can eat more of them that way, and not worry about the weight gain. Hot donuts are even better...;o])
No nose cookies, so? ;)
See post #1963...
You were supposed to learn that trick in Junior High School ... how to disconnect your stomach from your mind.
You don't think those boys were just trying to get on your nerves, do you?
It was all part of your education; preparation for a potential medical career.
Hmmmm.... donuts! :)
Just after seeing it! ;)
She comes out from under the furniture when there are only one or two people in the room - as long as it doesn't include James or Pat!
In Junior High School, the boys wouldn't come near me. Rumor has it that at the tender age of six, I bloodied a kid's nose because he pulled my braid once too often, after he had been warned.
I never had a date with a local guy, even when I was in high school. They all gave me a wide berth. No teasing, no dates.
My first husband was the one who introduced me to the fine art of the Gross-Out. But I was still so naive I had no clue what he wanted me to imagine. It couldn't have been too much fun for him, since he was in the navy and all...
She'll be much better by this time next week. It's good that she is beginning to make friends. Bless her heart. If she has been neglected, she may also have been physically or emotionally abused.
I had a blind cat once that was frightened to death of the sound of plastic bags when I came home from the grocery store. Poor old doll. I miss her.
I worked in a donut shop once, and there is nothing in the world like a hot glazed donut! And my donuts were even better than Krispy Kremes!
It's a defensive reaction, similar in function to Larry Niven's description of erecting a mind-shield.
Another trick I learned; when someone brings something close under my nose, saying "Smell this!" is to simply stop breathing.
After a moment, I give them a non-plus expression and they go away disappointed. It's good to have functioning shields.
That's sounds like a great job! :)
I would say my ability to have a functioning shield began in the First Grade!
I lied about no "dates." There was a guy in High School who would dance with me at the mandatory matinee dances once a month in the winter. Often, we were the only people dancing. We took up the entire gym floor...:o]
It was a weighty responsibility.
some hefty perks? ;)
It was a great job! It was doomed for failure, though, as the owner's daughter said she liked my donuts better than her mother's.
:o]
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