A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Well isn't that special! He makes a nice Christmas card...
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
-- Edited by Tignanello on Thursday 29th of October 2015 12:24:31 AM
Perfect family?
No, no, no.
I see a sex addict, a closet drunk, a spoiled brat and a serial killer.
It's all an illuuusion.....
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Sigh. Carlee had yet another seizure. She bit her tongue and is bleeding. Layla can smell the blood and is seriously scared.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Last night, DS discovered that Mommy doesn't say "it's hot, don't touch" for her health. DH was pulling the chicken out of the oven and DS flew into the kitchen to help push the rack back in. I yelled NO! and DH's name because I knew I wouldn't make it in time. DH missed grabbing him by a split second. DS has a blister on the palm of his hand. Poor kid but he's given the oven a wide berth ever since.
I know it's neither of our faults and I know DS will be ok. We're keeping his hand doctored.
This is actually good. He learned a valuable lesson for a minor hurt instead of a disastrous one.
That's my thought.
His blister popped tonight. I bet it was a relief for him to not have all that pressure on his palm.