tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post5508642771353195778..comments2023-11-03T03:22:05.542-07:00Comments on Costume Jewelry: The new tyrannosaurusUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-48905360065048531012016-01-26T06:27:20.626-08:002016-01-26T06:27:20.626-08:00I really needed to hear that. Godzilla is lovely -...I really needed to hear that. Godzilla is lovely - a gem of a kid - but man. This shit is HARD. Dread Pirate Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07457471847776673647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-58856698453761905052016-01-23T13:52:27.488-08:002016-01-23T13:52:27.488-08:00Nah. It's the same - just slightly different.
...Nah. It's the same - just slightly different.<br />Anyway, he drove me unhinged when he was a toddler. I couldn't go back to that - even if the rose tints make me remember only the lovely things.<br />I think I like this bit better - when he survives to tell funny stories (and he has plenty - mostly involving trippy drugs, alcohol and his incredibly weak bladder) and I only know about the survival bit.<br />You're at the tough stage of parenting I think. You've still to develop the tough protective outer shell that shields you and mostly helps you get through. Everything's raw. But that makes it so so amazing as well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-20835019448177679252016-01-23T06:10:56.248-08:002016-01-23T06:10:56.248-08:00Oh dear. Thank you for the reminder that one day I...Oh dear. Thank you for the reminder that one day I'll miss the biggest inconveniences being contagious skin rashes and occasional tantrums. Mistress La Spliffehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05809336191903934481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-75048346185898006602016-01-21T11:42:17.802-08:002016-01-21T11:42:17.802-08:00Meanwhile, in the Athens of the North...
Sometim...Meanwhile, in the Athens of the North... <br /><br />Sometime around 11pm on Saturday night and after (totally and utterly) drowning his sorrows with his younger brother and his father (Hearts v Motherwell) my eldest son got onto the Glasgow train headed for Queen St.<br /><br />Thinking he'd just have a 20 min snooze, he fell asleep.<br /><br />Into a deep, deep, deep sleep.<br /> <br />Slumped flat out on the seat, eldest plonker was completely overlooked by the train guard when the train got into Queen St. <br />And because this was the last train of the night (we really haven't got the concept of 'public service here) the sleeping L was towed several miles out to the Springburn depot... where, at 1.30am the driver began locking it up for the night.<br /> <br />Only at that point was the dozy drunkard discovered... wandering about the empty carriage in a bit of a daze...<br /><br />You made me jealous. I remember tucking that drunk idiot up in bed with his wee teddy...<br /><br />Bowie? I liked the manner of his going. What astonishing style and grace and humility. <br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com