People always say that about my mother and I. Um... of course we look alike? She was the donor of half of my genetic make-up, after all.
I wish there was hallucination food for dogs :(
My weight trigger is usually number-related, and I doubt you're going to be posting anorexic-type numbers any time soon, so I should be fine. Especially as pounds mean v.little to me *g*
If paternity were ever in doubt, all you'd have to do would be line me up with my father. Our personalities and behavior are very much the same, too; my grandmother is perpetually amazed by the resemblance. We even have the same default facial expression ("hi, I'm about to burst out laughing at something I'm not supposed to laugh at").
Seriously. The cat on the cat-food package is like, "Whoa, I'm trippin' out, d00d! And my paw's leaving trails when I wave it in the air! Far out, maaaaan." Of course, hallucinogenic pet food may be a US-only thing, as customs regulations elsewhere do not always allow it :(
Anorexic-type numbers would be WAY more weight than I'm planning to lose long-term *g* I have the same thing with kilos (or stone? Or is stone a UK-only unit of measurement?), where every time you talk about being below 54, I get this mental image of a skeletal!Tara, even though I know you don't mean 54 pounds.
I have different expressions to Mum, but we do have a thing where we can't look at each other if there's something that Should Not Be Laughed At, or else the laughing will be inevitable.
It's a pity I don't have any dog hallucinogens right now. I just stole the Exciting! Wonderful! dead balloon that Trick found in the back yard and now I am a mean and nasty puppy-friend for valuing his safety more than his fun.
If I were 54 kilos I'd be pretty badly underweight too, as that's about 10 pounds below my lowest healthy weight.
Mom used to linger in the doorway when my father and I were watching Beavis and Butt-Head (back when we got along, back when I watched TV), because it amused her that we laughed in all the same places *g*
How cruelly you mistreat Tricky :( Callice was very interested in the sour cream we had on our tacos last night, and politely asked whether she could has, only to be informed, "CANNOT HAS! NOT URZ".
I just did the math and holy shit, you would be a skeletal!Tara. Still, kilos are much fewer than pounds, so it's always a bit weird for me *g*
Many years ago I had the strange experience of being approached by one of my younger brother's school teachers, who had never seen me before but recognized me strictly on the basis of my resemblance to my brother. The funny thing is that we are not, in fact, full siblings -- we have two different fathers -- and I've always thought that the physical similarities between the two of us were pretty marginal. We both have dark hair, fair skin and strong chins, but that's about the extent of it. I guess there's something there that I just don't see. Of course, people have also told me that I look exactly like my dad -- without realizing that he isn't my biological father. Go figure
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My high school Latin teacher once almost approached X-chan in a similar manner; only the imminent arrival of the school bus saved her, poor kid. I think X-chan got more of the "Excuse me, are you Lee's little sister?" thing than I did, since she was younger and some of her teachers had endured me first. I suspect part of the reason it's always annoyed me to be told we look alike is because I lived with X-chan, and also my brain is hard-wired to look at differences before similarities, so I've always been quite aware of the ways in which we differ from each other.
(Someone once took us for mother and daughter, which was particularly mortifying since I was a teenager at the time and X-chan is only 3 years my junior. I mean, sure, I've always been heavy and I've never been on the cutting edge of fashion, but come on--I'm obviously not middle-aged!)
Yeah, someone once took me and my brother for mother and son. He was six at the time -- and I was twelve. (And I did look older than my age then, but not by that much. I'd say I looked to be about 15 at the oldest.)
I don't really see much resemblance to anyone in my family, apart from the annoying toes my father's genes borked for me. We do have a certain nose that runs in the family, but apparently it ran past me.
We measure weight in kilos over here. I don't think that much about converting said weight into pounds anymore, because basically you just double the kilos.
I do not know this Mr Reuben Loaf of which you speak, although google seems to suggest that he is a loaf of bread filled with Stuff. Exactly what kind of stuff is not entirely apparent. Isn't there also a sandwich called a Reuben sandwich? Or am I imagining things again? Damn this hallucinogenic Cat food.
My toes are borked, too, but they may be borked in a different way. I was 11 or 12 before I was made aware that they were borked (loudly, in a public place, by my then-best friend. Thanks, Betsey. Appreciate it. Really.).
Hurrah! I now know the Secret Of Metric! Well, when it comes to pounds vs. kilos, anyway.
Reuben loaf is the evil twin of a Reuben sandwich; it is basically bread with the sandwich fillings BAKED RIGHT INTO IT. :D I ♥ Reuben sandwiches, which are corned beef and Swiss cheese and sauerkraut with Thousand Island dressing. (This is the only way I can stand to eat Thousand Island dressing, btw.)
Is your paw leaving trails when you wave it in the air? ^_-
They were damn good tacos, jam-packed with vitamins and win. ^_^
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I wish there was hallucination food for dogs :(
My weight trigger is usually number-related, and I doubt you're going to be posting anorexic-type numbers any time soon, so I should be fine. Especially as pounds mean v.little to me *g*
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Seriously. The cat on the cat-food package is like, "Whoa, I'm trippin' out, d00d! And my paw's leaving trails when I wave it in the air! Far out, maaaaan." Of course, hallucinogenic pet food may be a US-only thing, as customs regulations elsewhere do not always allow it :(
Anorexic-type numbers would be WAY more weight than I'm planning to lose long-term *g* I have the same thing with kilos (or stone? Or is stone a UK-only unit of measurement?), where every time you talk about being below 54, I get this mental image of a skeletal!Tara, even though I know you don't mean 54 pounds.
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It's a pity I don't have any dog hallucinogens right now. I just stole the Exciting! Wonderful! dead balloon that Trick found in the back yard and now I am a mean and nasty puppy-friend for valuing his safety more than his fun.
If I were 54 kilos I'd be pretty badly underweight too, as that's about 10 pounds below my lowest healthy weight.
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How cruelly you mistreat Tricky :( Callice was very interested in the sour cream we had on our tacos last night, and politely asked whether she could has, only to be informed, "CANNOT HAS! NOT URZ".
I just did the math and holy shit, you would be a skeletal!Tara. Still, kilos are much fewer than pounds, so it's always a bit weird for me *g*
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(Someone once took us for mother and daughter, which was particularly mortifying since I was a teenager at the time and X-chan is only 3 years my junior. I mean, sure, I've always been heavy and I've never been on the cutting edge of fashion, but come on--I'm obviously not middle-aged!)
Genetics are way fun.
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We measure weight in kilos over here. I don't think that much about converting said weight into pounds anymore, because basically you just double the kilos.
I do not know this Mr Reuben Loaf of which you speak, although google seems to suggest that he is a loaf of bread filled with Stuff. Exactly what kind of stuff is not entirely apparent. Isn't there also a sandwich called a Reuben sandwich? Or am I imagining things again? Damn this hallucinogenic Cat food.
Tacos are always made of win.
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Hurrah! I now know the Secret Of Metric! Well, when it comes to pounds vs. kilos, anyway.
Reuben loaf is the evil twin of a Reuben sandwich; it is basically bread with the sandwich fillings BAKED RIGHT INTO IT. :D I ♥ Reuben sandwiches, which are corned beef and Swiss cheese and sauerkraut with Thousand Island dressing. (This is the only way I can stand to eat Thousand Island dressing, btw.)
Is your paw leaving trails when you wave it in the air? ^_-
They were damn good tacos, jam-packed with vitamins and win. ^_^
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