Yesterday my boyfriend and I were talking about the ridiculousness of the term “sex positive.” If you’re unfamiliar with it (because you don’t live in the hipster-and-hippie-fied SF Bay) it can mean anything from “I have an open mind about sex” to “I’m a fetish crazy swinger with sex toys mounted to three of my four living room walls.” Basically
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At some point, in every Chiropractor’s life, a certain sense of stagnation sets in. They think to themselves, “Self? Whatever can I do to increase my patient load?”
The answer, my friends, is not blowing in the wind. It is this:
I’m in the process of helping my bestie plan her upcoming nuptials, so I’m always looking for a little something extra to make her wedding extra special. Thank goodness she has me watching out for her, otherwise she’d be wearing some plain old veil instead of these lovelies:
Remember those 1980’s public service announcements that explained that friends don’t let friends drive drunk? I think the Ad Council needs to start producing those for crafts.
Today started out as just another typical day in my epic quest to secure my very own unicorn. And then I found her - the answer to my dreams. Sort of. Sadly, $10k is a little out of my range - even if it would score me the sexiest unicorn tricycle in the history of the universe.
I’m the mother of a two-year old so I know whimsical. I’m friends with whimsical. But uh, I. . .just. Well, I’m having a hard time processing this ensemble:
The crafty Twihards seem to be all aflutter from the recent release of New Moon on DVD. Most of the recent listings seem to involve decapitating the characters. Is it just me, or is this the perfect example of shrinky-dinks gone bad?