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Poetic.

Reason #358 to be glad I don't have kids
 

Fugee Sister told me her first grader complained her head itched at supper a couple nights ago. You guessed it -- lice. So she had to run to the drug store, launder all the bedding in the girls' room and treat my niece's scalp.

Ewwwwwww.

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actually, I'd would want neither act, but wonder about the implication of "returning" a sexually, what? unique?, gift. "no, no thank darling." I mean might that not be an awkward moment?

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But math is hard!

I think I had this. Either I did, or my best friend did, because I remember playing with it All. The. Time.

My camping tent was not nearly as well loved.

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Bi-curious, not really, but sex is sex. My problem with 3somes or group sex is that it is more about performance art than about great sex. There is some titillation to be had just from being in a sexually charged situation, but I prefer the intimacy of monogamous sex over the performance of a group scenario.

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I can understand your confusion. You mistook my outburst as the final, flailing, impotent wail against the crushing inevitability of helplessness, oppression, and irrelevance, whereas in truth it was a fierce, snarling explosion of virile rage, a shot across the bow of the ship of the incompetents, the malcontents, and the ineffectual.

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I never had a Barbie (which makes me think the Barbie airplane must have been my friend's), but I had Skipper, Dawn (wtf is that anyway?) and The Sunshine Family! You think bn'b is an earth mother -- she's got nuthin' on my mother.

No paper bags for lunches, no name-brand peanut butter (only the "organic" -- but surely it wasn't called that then -- kind), no watching The Flintstones because it was too sexist, no plastic sandwich bags (not environmentally friendly -- and I'm OLD!), only waxed paper. The list goes on and on. I felt like the uncoolest kid alive.

This explains a lot, too, I'm sure.

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I have a red stapler.

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Is that based on experience or suspicion?

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Mine are blue. I use them for oatmeal and osso bucco. But not at the same time.

In other news, pictures of my shotgun wedding are available now. PM me for details!

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My luddite husband does the same thing.

And he's not exactly in his 20s. He doesn't even know how to access his email. Go figure.

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This is my childhood to a tee. I think our mothers both went to the same school of child-rearing.

Was Hogan's Heroes also banned in your household?

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Not really, but this is:

Curious Hank asks
Blumpkin Rusty Trombone trade?
Butt fetish revealed.

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Mine too, actually.

My mother also made my clothes.

It. Was. Humiliating.

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It was absolutely banned in mine: "there is nothing funny about Nazis." In fact, my goy mother created and enforced that rule and not saying the word Hitler in our house.

Which brings me to my favorite Shit My Dad Says tweet: "The worst thing you can be is a liar....Okay fine, yes, the worst thing you can be is a Nazi, but THEN, number two is liar. Nazi 1, Liar 2"