<p>The inability to notice that things <em>need</em> rinsing off is almost surely hereditary.</p>
<p>Do I dare to eat a peach?</p>
<p>You can only eat the peach if you or someone else rinses it off first…</p>
<p>Alu, yeah! LOL, that’s one of those mommilies that will stop a kid in his tracks…</p>
<p>I HATE you, Mom!!
Oh, yeah? Well, I spilled my blood for you!! Put that in your pipe and smoke it! 
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<p>I’ll pass that on to the numerous employees at my husband’s workplace who are all expecting their first babies. Which reminds me of another question that I’ve been pondering. I’ll have a margarita while I’m pondering. ::: ponder, ponder:::slurp:::slurp:::</p>
<p>How do I keep from turning into Nasty Canasta when someone tells me that they’re expecting their first little anklebiter?</p>
<p>Go for it, mootmom. Eat the Peach! Ha ha, just thought I’d check in, now I’m off to see the Wizard . . .</p>
<p>Jmmom – still alive?</p>
<p>My SIL eventually left a note for her children next to her sink. “Dishes in the sink and die.” It was effective.</p>
<p>jmmom - you a good mom. no mattah what the bad boy says:). And my guess is he is a good man in training and even if he doesn’t say thank you all of us with Ds who will be married some day, well, we thank you in advance.</p>
<p>Peaches and all.</p>
<p>mstee - thanks for asking. I’m on the Left Coast while he is on the Right. Good planning if you are a hit-and-run hair stylist :D. DH says he had a bit of a minor meltdown on the Morning After when he was headed off to work. Took his first REAL look in the rear view mirror, I fear. Said he couldn’t go to work (hey, guys and gals, remember those adolescent pimples? “I can’t go to school looking like this! :eek:” as we made it worse with various potions, lotions and scrubs). But I digress. He ended up headed off to work wearing his baseball cap of the moment (Grateful Dead, I believe). Never wore one before but I guess it was his idea of the Lesser of Two Evils. He’s a techie, so they’re probably allowed to be a bit off-kilter in their attire and it’s a Casual Dress code anyway.</p>
<p>slugg - Pssst, I’m over here. In the naugahyde booth with the barber chair foot pedal that lifts it up to proper height. I’ve got the barber cape on. Have at my bangs. (Well, I don’t have any; but I guess that’s the point. You will <em>make</em> me some.) Someone can trot out their iPhone and shoot a photo off to DS. Raise his spirits. I deserve whatever I get.</p>
<p>Left Coast, huh? That would be our neighborhood, true? So, Sluggie really could give you some bangs! Can I come watch/advise? We’ll make you real pretty! Hee hee.</p>
<p>Hey there, mstee. Actually I’m in Carmel for a wedding. Then down to San Diego/Baja. I think I’ll wait for the bangs until another visit. Definitely we’ll make it a Social Occasion. I deserve to be hanged in public; I think we can all agree on that :).</p>
<p>Carmel! So close, but not quite close enough! Well, we’ll have to save it for later then. I’ll look forward to it. Maybe we can all give each other a makeover. . . Last time we got together on Halloween, did we not? Maybe we should try for October 31 once again. :)</p>
<p>A happier tale of the haircut: DS #2 badly needed one (shoulder length and not funny anymore) so when we were on vacation we took him to my FATHER’S barber. I was slightly worried that the barber would only know how to do the trimming-little-old-men-around-the-ears style…but he was great! Shaped up my boy so he was back to his inherent cutieness! </p>
<p>If it had not turned out well he would have been scarred for life, and it would have been <em>my</em> fault.</p>
<p>Oweeeee! I just had a personal encounter with a stinging nettle plant! I was making dinner and thought I might as well do something productive while keeping a close eye on the grill, so I was pulling little weeds out of the herb garden while the chicken was cooking. I wasn’t wearing gloves because it was little tiny weeds mixed in the thyme and I needed to pull with my fingertips so as to not uproot the thyme. Well, there was a very strange looking weed, but I didn’t really stop to wonder about it before I grabbed it. Gosh, it really hurt! I immediately ran cold water on it and then coated it with Cortaid. I googled just to be sure, and that is definitely what the plant was. And the recommended treatment is hydrocortisone cream and a strawberry daiquiri…well, the article recommended the cream, but I’m sure a daiquiri would help, so I think I’ll try it!</p>
<p>Do you apply the daiquiri . . . oh, you<em>drink</em> it, that makes sense! </p>
<p>Actually I’ve heard that rubbing slugs onto nettled areas helps (Native american cortisone?), but every time I mention that, folks say they’d rather not try it.</p>
<p>Slugs, eewww! I grew up in the desert and never had a closeup encounter with a slug until we moved here. Let me tell you, they freaked me out (no offense, sluggie!) Now we’ve become great friends–I give them beer, and they leave my zinnias alone.
So come on over sluggie, and I’ll give you all the beer you want :)</p>
<p>When I was a late teen I gave our youngest brother a 'doo a la Jmmom. The key word was “oops”. A clipper #2 could save him. Bald at 9…</p>
<p>It grew back. with minimal years of therapy. His, not mine; I got over it right away…</p>
<p>What’s a good drink to toast the waning days of summer, when all the kids are home at once, if only briefly? It’s wonderful, but it won’t last. They’ll fly away again…</p>
<p>My boys have so much more to say to each other than they do to mom or dad…computer lingo, music, movies they have in common. It makes for a much livelier household these days!</p>
<p>mommusic,
I think a gentle drink is in order, maybe a nice fruity sangria.
I’m really not much of a drinker at all, but yesterday I was looking for a book to read while I sat out in the sun, and I only had two criteria–nothing I had read in the last year and small enough to comfortably hold with one hand as I was lounging. I ended up with a novella, No Paso Nada, by Antonio Skarmeta, and I like the author’s description of this drink (from the forward, my translation from Spanish):
“I proceeded to serve them several litres of pisco sour, which is made from a strong Chilean brandy which we blend together with lemon, sugar, ice, and egg white, the effect of which will permit the beneficiary to forget not only his/her first and last name, but also age, and in the case of the married, their marital status.”</p>
<p>^^^ I think we have just found the Sinner’s Alley Signature Drink.</p>
<p>Anyone second the motion?</p>
<p>Second! ^^</p>
<p>^^^ Third. So long as the eggs are cage free, and we can also forget our ages.</p>