Red Mosquito

Rangi Guy wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:

Yeah, we may have a Jane on our hands. Believe me, we asked her over several days if she was really seeing sparkles or just pretending. After all affirmatives, gotta take it seriously to be safe.

we're in a similar both with a persistent stomach ache. Doc says everything looks fine, but after a couple months of consistent gripes we're taking her to a pediatric GI.

This is exactly where we were last month, but it has mysteriously disappeared the past few weeks

Rangi Guy wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:

Yeah, we may have a Jane on our hands. Believe me, we asked her over several days if she was really seeing sparkles or just pretending. After all affirmatives, gotta take it seriously to be safe.

we're in a similar both with a persistent stomach ache. Doc says everything looks fine, but after a couple months of consistent gripes we're taking her to a pediatric GI.

This is exactly where we were last month, but it has mysteriously disappeared the past few weeks

Rangi Guy wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:

Yeah, we may have a Jane on our hands. Believe me, we asked her over several days if she was really seeing sparkles or just pretending. After all affirmatives, gotta take it seriously to be safe.

we're in a similar both with a persistent stomach ache. Doc says everything looks fine, but after a couple months of consistent gripes we're taking her to a pediatric GI.

This is exactly where we were last month, but it has mysteriously disappeared the past few weeks

Spoke too soon on this one. Just had to go and pick up my daughter from the school holiday program cause she was in tears because of her stomach

Ello Sailor wrote:My niece really likes The Happy Song by Imogen Heap. Are any rimmer 'rents familiar with this absolute banger?

Rangi Guy wrote:My youngest daughter called me a pussy

Rangi Guy wrote:My youngest daughter called me a pussy

spike wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:My youngest daughter called me a pussy

Was your Mrs playing dom in the fuck tent?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Monkey_Driven wrote:3 Day weekend and highs in the teens. Break out the puzzles, baking supplies, and pillow forts.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Monkey_Driven wrote:3 Day weekend and highs in the teens. Break out the puzzles, baking supplies, and pillow forts.

not gonna lie, i read this as "pillow farts"