Not too much of note has been going on around here. I’ve been busy trying to wrap up the Quilter’s Mall Crawl, and tending to other things (including adding a business partner!). I completely overlooked my 2-year blogiversary (it was yesterday). Feel free to drink a beverage of your choice in celebration. Or not. Whatever works.
We had our first OB checkup nearly a week ago. I had a sonogram. Of course, as I was only about 6 weeks along, there wasn’t much to see. You couldn’t make out any “baby parts” at all, but the doctor did pick up an “embryonic disk,” so we at least confirmed that the pregnancy is not ectopic (yay!), and that it’s not in a bad part of the uterus. My doctor is a big ultrasound person* (and so are we) so hopefully we’ll get lots of glimpses of this little one as things move along. I go back again in another month for another checkup.
That’s about it - just wanted to catch folks up on the goings-on in these parts.
* Please don’t email or comment about how horribly unsafe ultrasounds are - there has been no credible evidence of that, and it just pisses me off when people try to scare expectant moms unnecessarily.
Someone just found me after a search for “ample ass.” I am happy to report that you are DEFINITELY in the right place.
Way more so than all those people searching for “little penis.”
DRINKS
Blackberry Summer Dream - This is a sort of coffee smoothie, compliments of Audrey. Includes a photo of the finished product, which is good enough to… well… drink!
Mesa Grill Margarita - A great cook-out drink, though you probably want to dip the rim into the salt BEFORE you pour the tequila into the glass.
Baby Formula Fruit Smoothies - A way to make nasty-tasting formula more palatable to the younger set! Not to mention you get to expose them to kiwi early on - win/win!
SOUPS AND SALADS
Cucumber Salad - Summer is upon us, and this cucumber salad sounds like it would go great with a glass of iced lemonade and a crust of bread. Yum!
Meat and Veggie Soup - A total, typical “dad” meal, so the kidlets are guaranteed to gobble it up.
Rice Salad for Twelve and Barley Chicken Salad for Ten - Two hearty salads, each suitable for a meal all on its own. At least one of these is bound to hit the spot!
Red Onion Cilantro Salsa - Grab those tortilla chips! No tomatoes in this salsa, so be ready for it to have a little “bite” to it.
A Summer Minestrone - This tasty soup from Aeryk is heavy on the fresh veggies for those with summer gardens.
BREADS AND SANDWICHES
Limburger Cheese Sandwich - I’m not really much for stinky cheese, but just the way the “Mostly Cajun” tells this, has me curious to try.
MOMCAB Mufflets - Gosh these sound good! Fruity, “mufflets” (miniature muffins) made with mandarin oranges and maraschino cherries. Tea, anyone?
PASTA DISHES
Pasta Pollo Tricolore - An Italian recipe from a Hungarian living in Texas - talk about international!! This one sounds very quick and yummy, even if I don’t know what Pecorino cheese is.
Hot Italian Sausage and Tomato Pasta - This one from Shawn sounds healthy (if you use reasonable sausage), easy, and tasty. And I must admit, my x-rated mind was hooked at “4 hot Italian sausages.”
Simply Pasta with Lemon & Basil - This dish makes the case for fresh herbs, and I agree with them: if you can find the space for a pot of oregano, thyme, basil, or mint, please do! You’ll thank me later.
BBQ Chicken Pizza - Michele offers a quick and easy recipe, with toppings more sweet than salty.
Cheeseburger Macaroni - Mmmm, cheesy mac! I gotta say, though, there are LOTS of great uses for Velveeta, in addition to this one. 
Oniony Ramen Noodles - Two words: bachelor food.
OTHER
Mushroom Gravy - I’m a Southern girl, so a good gravy recipe - this one uses mushrooms, red wine, beef base, and more - always gets my attention!
Mom’s Party Cheese Ball - There is no better appetizer than a really good cheeseball. Don’t forget the wheat thins!
ENTREES
Fried Chicken Breasts - Karen takes a relatively simple recipe, and adds a great marinade plus really thorough frying directions to make this one a winner. The reheating directions are something I’ve never tried, but they make sense!
Pot Roasted Chicken - Another chicken recipe from Karen. We just got a dutch oven for our anniversary, so I’ll be sharing this one with hubby!
Salmon Patties - A simple, wholesome recipe that is a hit with all ages. Even my kids will eat salmon patties!
Taco Rice - Sissy says she can’t cook much, but this relatively dish sounds quite tasty, and simple to boot.
Drunken Chicken Suppositories - Really, not NEARLY as gross as the title sounds - this is basically a beer-basted roast chicken. But Mean Ol’ Meany makes it better that I just described it.
Chili and Cornbread - The Texan in me balks at calling something “chili” which includes beans (and “omit the meat"? What?), but Taleena saves it with the habanero peppers. Great for cookouts!
New Orleans Style Jambalaya - My hubby usually makes jambalaya with shrimp and sausage, but this version (which uses chicken instead of shrimp) sounds quite tasty. Plus you get to shout “BAM!” - what’s better than that?
Sushi Salsa Ceviche - Brian offers a no-cook seafood salad, using a chemical reaction in the food (instead of heat) to cook the fish. Fascinating!
Arroz Con Pollo With Apples - A variation on the traditional chicken-and-rice dish, it seems the apples would add a delicious subtle sweetness to offset the usual savory flavor.
Laulau - This Hawaiian dish from gEye requires a lot of work, and even more time, but if you have guests that you want to impress, this is definitely one way to do it.
Beef Tenderloin with Mushrooms - If this thing tastes half as good as it sounds, it’s well worth the work.
Quickest Chicken Dinner Ever - This is like a mini-Thanksgiving, all in one dish! And I love the recipes that have pictures accompanying them.
SMOKIN!
Asian-Influenced Beef Jerky and Mexican Eggs with Beef Jerky - This is two recipes in one post. First Kevin tells you how to make homemade Asian-inspired beef jerky, then he tells you how to make an omelet with it!
Mike’s Pulled Pork - I’ve heard more than a little about this damned pork, so it should be good! I don’t know that I have the patience to wait 16 hours to cook something, but I hear it’s worth it.
DESSERTS
Easiest Cake Recipe - muse has a kind of a cake “pattern” that you can adapt to all sorts of flavors.
Chocolate and Guinness Brownies - Posted by ArmyWife in honor of Blackfive’s Second Blogiversary, these yummy chocolatey brownies are sure to satisfy your sweet tooth.
Variety Pie - A Weight Watchers recipe that sounds like it WON’T suck! I might even try this one myself - it’s virtually idiot-proof!
Cookies Without A Name - Oh. My. Goodness. These sound so decadent, you may as well just skip the whole “baking and eating” part and just smear the batter right onto your thighs. But what fun would that be?
Bourbon Whiskey Cake - When I bake this thing for my dad, he’s going to sign over the deed to the farm to me and rename his firstborn after me.
Hummingbird Cake - A fruity cake with nutty cream cheese frosting. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven!
From BabyCenter:
This week, your baby is about the size of a small lentil bean. Her brain, muscles, and bones are beginning to take shape. Her hands and feet resemble little paddles, with thick webbing still in place between her developing fingers and toes. And her tiny heart has begun beating. Though you probably won’t actually feel anything for another ten weeks or so, she’s about to make her very first movements.
We live in the Palouse. The lentil bean reference is pretty appropriate, since this is the lentil capital of the world. But have you ever seen a lentil? It’s TINY.
So my question to you is this: how in the world can something only 1/4″ across make me so friggin tired?? I mean, don’t get me wrong - I am EVER grateful to the PTB that I am not (yet?) having the crippling waves of nausea like I did with my last pregnancy, but still…. by the end of each day I feel like I’ve run a 20K marathon!
Kayla is a very maternal sort of girl, and one of her great fears is that someone might get cold. Today I saw her in my bedroom with Thomas (he of the one-year-old-birthday fame), gleefully pulling out my underwear from the drawer. They emerged a few moments later, with a pair of my underwear hanging from Thomas’ neck. I took them off and tossed them back into the bedroom, admonishing him gently that, “We don’t wear underwear on our neck, silly boy!”
Kayla squealed in protest. “Hey! I was using dat for a coat for my baby brudder, so he could pay in da snow!”
This week, I’m going to be hosting the
Carnival of the Recipes! I know, I know….. the one woman who cooks the
LEAST of all women on the Internet. But maybe hosting the ‘val will
help inspire me! Anyway, I’d really like to make this a “big’un", so
all you guys and girls out there who have a recipe to share, please do!
You can email it to recipe.carnival@gmail.com. Please post the recipe to your blog, then send the link to it to recipe.carnival@gmail.com. The list goes up on Friday, so if you could get it in before Thursday, that would be great!
A note to clueless people:
Sometimes, you say stupid things. I don’t know whether you are really stupid, or whether you are just thoughtless. Maybe you’re callous.
In the hope that it is not just rank insensitivity and/or stupidity, I am going to offer some suggestions about reacting to news of pregnancy, to avoid your looking quite so stupid in the future.
1) Unless
you are the one who is going to have to raise the baby(ies), “Oh, no!”
is never an appropriate reaction to news of someone’s pregnancy.
2) Yes. I know where they come from. You are neither clever nor helpful
when you ask whether I do. We are not all as stupid as you.
3) No, I’m not “done.” I’m fucking PREGNANT, so clearly I intend to
have AT LEAST one more child. Furthermore, it is none of your business
how many I/we intend to have.
4) I am six weeks pregnant. I DON’T KNOW what it is yet.
5) I don’t care whether you “stopped at two.” I’m not you, you’re not me - it’s utterly immaterial.
Basically, the rule is this: think before you speak. The following are acceptable reactions to someone’s announcing their pregnancy.
1) That’s great! You’re such awesome parents. What a lucky baby!
2) Oh, wow! I bet big brother/sister is so excited.
3) How’re you feeling? You look great!
4) Have you started thinking of any names yet?
5) I’m so happy for you. I hope everything goes great!
Variations on these are what you want to stick to. Got it? Good.
(PS - Didja know I’m hormonal? K. Just checking.)
One year ago today, we added a third child to our family. Thomas Nelson Gunderloy was born at 11:51 AM, and was just one ounce shy of nine pounds. He has been a joy and a wonder ever since, and has a personality utterly distinct from his siblings.
I love you, Monkey-Mine.
So far, I’m feeling pretty darned good with this pregnancy. I’ve had some very mild morning sickness, but nothing that sidelined me. I got a prescription of Meclizine filled just in case it gets worse. I’m a little tired, kind of forgetful, but not yet too bad.
I’m using this time - while I can still get things done - to push through on the reconstruction project. After yet another trip to Home Depot today for supplies, I FINALLY got the shelves up on one side of the new wall! I didn’t even get them all in place before Mike was filling them with books. We have thousands of books packed away in cardboard boxes all over the house, and it’s great to see them coming out of boxes and going onto shelves.
What’s left?
Getting there!
I’m afraid I’ve been pretty remiss in giving updates about things around here - so sorry about that! Well, let’s see… what’s been going on here at Casa Del Dana?
Reconstruction project: The wall is up, and the painting of the wall and the rest of the new bedroom is done. The door has been stained and hung. The tiny strip of ceiling in the hallway that had been exposed is now neatly covered with ceiling tiles. Today I re-attached a piece of ugly wall paneling to the hallway (whose base walls are even uglier), and trimmed the carpet to fit the space. Previously, it had just kind of lopped against the new wall. I did a pretty thorough vacuuming in the new hallway (you DON’T want to know), and cleared out a bunch of junk so it actually looks like a hallway now. Tomorrow I’m going into town to buy some trim and shelving to finish the hallway. Mike’s going to start unboxing books onto the new shelves while I finish up the bedroom itself. It still needs ceiling tiles, a floor, and trim (plus a few little odds and ends) but is nearing completion.
Potty training: I gave up. She had a little success yesterday, but today was fighting me at every attempt to even get her to sit. I’m not going to have an hourly contest of wills with my daughter. We’ll try again in a few months.
New minivan: We finally did it! We finally broke down and purchased a brand new Honda Odyssey EXL (with leather interior). It is beautiful, roomy, handles like a dream, and smells like Heaven. It now has just about 600 miles on it. I love it.
Miscellania: The weather is still really weird. It’s warming a bit, but we are still having intermittent showers, lots of clouds, and too much wind. I still watch the birds all throughout the day, and am getting pretty adept at identifying most of the regulars. I’ve been scrapbooking when I can find the time, and am still as in love with the craft as ever.
Oh, yeah. And I’m pregnant.
In fact, Margi and I are due within less than one week of each other, and we both found out on the same day (yesterday) we were “with child.” I am really excited to have a nearby friend pregnant along with me, and we’re already shopping for double strollers. ;)
Found in my local paper today:
“Pastry Grabbers Face Jail”
Two 19-year-olds who admitted breaking a window at the Friendly Mart in Steptoe and taking pastries were sentenced to two days in jail and ordered to pay $1,610 in fines and fees including $500 in restitution to Wayne Kinsinger, the store’s owner.
Tyler MacDonald, Cheney, and Jennifer Burlingame, Kennewick, Friday admitted charges of third degree theft and malicious mischief, which was amended from an original charge of burglary.
The two were apprehended through video surveillance tapes at the store. They were in an extended cab Chevrolet truck which came into the Mart shortly after 1 a.m. last Nov. 21. The cameras observed occupants of the truck going around a corner from the fuel pumps to the side of the mart where the window was broken.
One of the occupants dropped a pastry before they drove off. Identity of the truck occupants was traced through the charge card which was used to purchase the gas at the same time.
So you see, it’s not that we don’t have criminals here, we just don’t have smart criminals.
Pottytraining is the most Sisyphusian exercise I have EVER engaged in. I am SICK SICK SICK of saying, “Go to the bathroom. Take the wet pants off. Put them in the diaper pail. Sit on the potty. SIT on the POTTY.”
I talked to a friend yesterday who just pottytrained her barely-three-year-old, so I got inspired to get serious with Kayla. My friend told me she made her daughter sit every hour, on the hour, and that it took about a month to get her completely trained. She had about ten accidents in that month. I thought, “That doesn’t sound too bad… I can do that.”
We started at 9AM. It’s now almost 2PM. We’ve had eight accidents so far, one legitimate pee-in-the-potty, and one tiny (1/4 teaspoon) dribble, in the potty. When do you know it’s time to throw in the towel?
Mike of Eat the Lettuce had his birthday today. He didn’t go out to a strip club, or to a baseball game, or even to dinner. He did something better - got on the computer to chat with me. [Shut up, this is my blog! I can be HotSexyIrresistibleGirl if I want to!] We got to talking about his house, which just went on the market, and the pictures of it that are on the Internet. The following conversation ensued (warning - it is NOT politically correct, NOT suitable for children, and NOT in keeping with modern feminism. Sue me.):
Dana: BTW… lol@the little table corner thingies on your coffee table. And the fireplace.
Mike: Yeah, I know… my handmade coffee table…. all baby proofed.
Dana: LET THE BASTARDS BANG THEIR HEADS! It’ll toughen em up.
Mike: LOL. You’re a nice momma.
Dana: Hey, they ain’t died yet, have they?
Mike: Nope.
Dana: They only whack their heads 3 or 4 times, then they figure it out.
Mike: *orders the first copy of Dana’s new book, “Parental Darwinism"*
Dana: LOL
Mike: That being said…we strike a bit of a balance.. I’ve seen
some houses that are WAY worse that ours…shit so you can’t close the
doors to the rooms (so fingers don’t get smashed), shit in the bathtub
that tells you water temp…
Dana: I rely on the screams to tell me when something’s wrong. They’re way more reliable.
Mike: Ya know…I can’t make too much fun…I’m on your side…but, she who owns the vagina disagrees.
Dana: LOL. Never argue with the vagina.
Mike: No, it’s not the vagina that has the power, the vagina is the valuable resource…
Mike: She who has the vagina has the power. I’m surprised you’ve never noticed this vagina power thing before….
Dana: Oh, please. I know all about pussy power. I could play that instrument, if I wanted to. Have, even.
Mike: Well then…you know that a gaggle of women that all have
the vagina very much resemble OPEC. This is why men are scared when
women group to the bathroom.
Dana: LOL. That is a more apt analogy than I care to admit.
Mike: We know that if they wanna charge $2.00 a gallon for the vagina there isn’t a god damn thing we can do about it.
Dana: Many, many important decisions about sex and procreation and vehicle purchase have been made during those trips.
Susie: “Well, he still won’t agree to the damn minivan.”
Jill: “Asshole.”
Mary: “Yeah.”
Susie: “Yeah.”
(pause)
Susie: “I guess I’m gonna have to withhold sex.”
Mary: “Don’t be so hasty now… have you tried burning his food?”
Susie: “Yep. Every dinner this week.”
Mary: “Hmmm….”
Jill: “Fuck that. It’s time to go nuclear.”
Susie: “You mean…?”
Jill: “Yep. PMS.”
Mary: “Wow. You really want her to have that minivan.”
Jill: “Damn straight! She does carpool on Tuesdays and Thursdays!”
Susie: “OK, so it’s settled then. No sex for Bob for a week, because I have PMS. And THEN no sex NEXT week because I’m on the rag. At the end of the two weeks, he’ll be begging me to buy that fucking van, if I’ll only let him have the coochie.”
Mary: “Yeah. But… what happens the week after that, when you REALLY have your period?”
Jill: “Then she says she needs to visit the doctor to have it ‘checked out’.”
Susie: “Oh my god, he’ll shit! Think I can get leather seats out of that?”
Jill and Mary: “Toooootally.”
Mike:
No no, PMS isn’t the nuclear option… PMS is like the Palenstinians. If
you wanna be in the Middle East you just gotta tolerate them…they don’t
go away no matter what the fuck you do.
Dana: Women are scary
Mike: Lol…agreed. And the deeper you go..the scarier it gets.
(pause)
Mike: *envies Susie’s husband for getting laid in 3 weeks*
Where the hell is the June weather? This is like February, for Christ’s sake!!
My good buddy Howard Dean is back in the news again, doing what he’s known best for: building coalitions and solving problems.
Over the past week, Dean described Republicans as “pretty much a white, Christian party” and said many in the GOP “never made an honest living.”
Now THAT is the kind of progressive, forward-thinking, honest, straight talk this country needs!
“People want us to fight,” Dean told the national party’s executive committee. “We are here to fight.”
That’s right! Screw working with other elected officials, let’s get busy whoopin’ some butt!
“Privately, people have said they don’t want Howard Dean to become the story because we have more important issues to talk about,” said Donna Brazile, who managed Al Gore’s presidential campaign in 2000.
“But publicly we will continue to give Howard Dean our strong support,” she said.
He’s a spotlight-hogging performing monkey with more venom than a pit full of vipers, but By God, he’s ours!!
One of Dean’s predecessors at the DNC, Don Fowler said, “The controversy over this statement or that statement is a blip and only a blip.” But Fowler complained about leading Democrats who aired their gripes last week. “Even if they don’t like it, they should have enough sense not to make those comments,” Fowler said.
Damn straight!! Screw original thoughts and dissenting opinions, we want LEMMINGS!! If you ain’t a lemming, we don’t want you, we don’t need you, we don’t like you. Besides, you smell like a white Christian to me - so get yer ass over to the Republican party, like your buddy Zell Miller. Traitor!
But when a DNC member joked that the best way to get the chairman’s attention was to “jump up and down,” a grinning Dean fired back: “That’s my job.”
That, and flinging poo.
The Effervescent Margi Lowry has tagged me in yet another blog meme that’s making the rounds. It’s a good thing, too, because this one really got me thinking. Apologies for copying her rules wording “per se” (because, really, I couldn’t improve on it).
Five Things I Miss From My Childhood
1. Flirting with boys, and all the feelings that went with it. That thrill in the pit of your stomach when you thought maybe - just maybe - he might like you, too! I even miss that aching, sickening knot right in the center of your chest when you knew he didn’t. I still flirt now (some things are incurable), but of course it’s completely innocent and will never yield forbidden fruit the way it may have, back then.
2. Spending entire days perched in the tree in our backyard, just me and a book - any book.
3. The clothes. Koolats, tights with THREE pairs of socks layered, white Keds, oversized button-up shirts with collars.
4. Ice cream trucks. Would that 50 cents could buy me so much happiness now as it did then.
5. Doing puzzles with my mom. I didn’t spend a lot of time “just bonding” with her, but puzzles were sacred. Nobody else in our family was “into” them, so I never had to share her at those times. She’s let me sip her Pepsi, and we’d laugh, and talk, and in those hours she was mine.
The rules:
Remove the #1 item from the following list, bump everyone up one place and add your blog’s name in the #5 spot. You need to actually link to each of the blogs for the link-whorage aspect of this fiendish meme to kick in.
Pirate’s Cove
Fistful of Fortnights
Cake Eater Chronicles
margi lowry *dot* com
Note-It Posts
Next, select four unsuspecting victims, list and link to them. Get the plank ready.
I just saw Keith Anderson’s video “Pickin Wildflowers” for the first time. You mark my words - that boy is gonna be HOT. He’s gonna be big - bigger than Tim McGraw, maybe bigger than Toby Keith. And he’s purty to look at!
Every spring I move my work area from the upstairs office down to the living room. The air up there gets too hot, and the house is just more pleasant in the spring and summer on the ground floor.
This year, I put my workstation right up against the big bay window that faces my front yard. I have a gorgeous view: across the valley I see my horses and sheep grazing… to my left I can see the corner of our fenced-in playyard… I’m surrounded by big, beautiful black locust trees… and barn swallows flit hither and thither all day long.
Last year, the local women’s group gave me a birdfeeder for my birthday, but I never did anything with it. Then last month, while we were in California visiting Mike’s parents, I was charmed by their hummingbird feeder and its occasional visitors. So last week, I stopped at the grange and purchased a hummingbird feeder of my own. I hung it from the locust tree that’s on the left of my window after filling it with homemade nectar (sugar dissolved in water). Mike, sweetheart that he is, filled my other birdfeeder and hung it from the locust tree on my right.
Well, who knew I was such a “crazy birdwatcher person"? I absolutely adore sitting here and watching those feeders, wondering who’ll show up. It’s jus so much fun! A couple of days ago I noticed this flock of small, yellow-and-black birds at the feeder. First I saw one, then a pair, then before I knew it there were at least six of them out there. It was so interesting, watching them work out their pecking order, and seeing the difference between the coloring of the males (brilliant and flashy) and the females (dull and subdued). I dug around until I found our copy of The Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Birds - Eastern Region, and found that what we had were some little American Goldfinches. Gorgeous!
I’ve yet to see any hummingbirds show up at that other feeder, but today I did see a female goldfinch perch on the metal hanger. The hanger is composed of metal rods, about 18" long each, all connected with metal couplers. Well, this little goldfinch perched herself sideways on this hanger, and started pecking the hell out of one of those couplers. She worked at it and worked at it.. I don’t know what she was trying to accomplish! Then she slid down to the next coupler, and the next, trying her darnedest to … well, I don’t know what she was trying to do, but she was trying hard!
I’ve also seen doves, sparrows, and of course the swallows, as well as other birds that weren’t around long enough for me to grab my field guide. I might try to get some pictures to share here, if anyone’s interested, though I make no promises about quality. It’s just so much fun to watch the little creatures interact. Who knew?
Love this song by Jamie O’Neal. But the first time I heard it, I c-r-i-e-d. I’m soooooo not ready for my little girl to grow up. Stay little forever, Button. Please?
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She’s never pulled anyone from a burning building
She’s never rocked Central Park to a half a million fans, screaming out her name
She’s never hit a shot to win the game
She’s never left her footprints on the moon
She’s never made a solo hot air balloon ride, around the world,
No, she’s just your everyday average girl (but)
She’s somebody’s hero
A hero to her baby with a skinned up knee
A little kiss is all she needs
The keeper of the cheerios
The voice that brings Snow White to life
Bedtime stories every night
And that smile lets her know
She’s somebody’s hero
She didn’t get a check every week like a nine-to fiver
But she’s been a waiter, and a cook and a taxi driver
For twenty years, there at home, until the day her girl was grown
Giving all her love to her was her life’s ambition
But now her baby’s movin’ on, and she’ll soon be missin’ her
But not today, those are tears of joy runnin’ down her face
She’s somebody’s hero
A hero to her daughter in her wedding dress
She gave her wings to leave the nest
It hurts to let her baby go down the aisle she walks right by
Looks back into her mother’s eyes
And that smile lets her know
She’s somebody’s hero
Thirty years have flown right past
Her daughters’ starin’ at all the photographs
Of her mother, and she wishes she could be like that
Oh, but she already is
She’s somebody’s hero
A hero to her mother in a rockin’ chair
She runs a brush through her silver hair
The envy of the nursing home
She drops by every afternoon
Feeds her mama with a spoon
And that smile lets her know
Her mother’s smile lets her know
She’s somebody’s hero
My daughter, inviting our cat to a game of soccer:
“Snuddles? Anna pay baw?”
“She was definately the kind of girl you tie up..not the kind that ties you up.” - Mike
