My animals talk back. I’m not always sure what they’re saying, but they try their best. I do know that standing right in front of me, meowing, pulling on my pants with his teeth means “carry me down the stairs.” Beats me why he wants me to carry him down… and he’s heavy!
I’m a really good parallel parker, but I notice that the rest of my family could use the automatic parking device. I’m sure it makes life easier, but when I put the car in the little tiny spot, getting it right the first time, I feel like super woman!
There’s already a gender neutral word — grandparent. Stupid cartoon based on nothing.
She should try two LWDs (Little White Dogs). We just adopted two whose family couldn’t keep them. What a riot!
Bleach goes down the drain and into the water table, down the streams into the ocean killing all kinds of wild things. Look here, http://www.sustainablebabysteps.com/what-is-bleach.html, for good information.
Good for Anne! No pink on little girls, please. Well, some pink as well as blue, and green and yellow and orange and red, and….
Shaming doesn’t work and is a disgusting thing to do to a child.
I believe assault with a deadly weapon would land him in jail and out of a job at the college, tenure or no tenure.
I think it should be “share the shirt right on his back.”
Yes. Too bad there’s so little of it on so many things, like providing a good education for everyone makes everyone’s life better.