Comments on: Where’s a size 3T breastplate when you need one? http://www.lesbiandad.net/2006/12/30/wheres-a-size-3t-breastplate-when-you-need-one/ notes from the crossroads of mother and father Mon, 06 Oct 2008 17:46:16 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5.1 By: LesbianDad http://www.lesbiandad.net/2006/12/30/wheres-a-size-3t-breastplate-when-you-need-one/#comment-401 LesbianDad Sun, 31 Dec 2006 06:18:29 +0000 http://lesbiandad.net/2006/12/30/wheres-a-size-3t-breastplate-when-you-need-one/#comment-401 Oops. Sounds a lot like the kid who shared an apartment wall with us some years back. Only he went for the hippity hoppity. Don't know what his mom thought of that. The worst was one morning when my beloved had a big audition, and she was warming up, and another guy in an apartment adjacent to us just plain cussed a blue streak at her out his window. Ah, well. Now she just drives her brother and his family crazy, which they enjoy anyhow, being thrill-seekers the lot of 'em. Oops. Sounds a lot like the kid who shared an apartment wall with us some years back. Only he went for the hippity hoppity. Don’t know what his mom thought of that. The worst was one morning when my beloved had a big audition, and she was warming up, and another guy in an apartment adjacent to us just plain cussed a blue streak at her out his window. Ah, well. Now she just drives her brother and his family crazy, which they enjoy anyhow, being thrill-seekers the lot of ‘em.

]]> By: Liza http://www.lesbiandad.net/2006/12/30/wheres-a-size-3t-breastplate-when-you-need-one/#comment-400 Liza Sun, 31 Dec 2006 03:12:43 +0000 http://lesbiandad.net/2006/12/30/wheres-a-size-3t-breastplate-when-you-need-one/#comment-400 heeheehee! What a cute picture. I once lived in an apartment below an aspiring opera singer, and I might have enjoyed it more had I been able to play with the costumes or had conversations punctuated with entertaining operatic moments. Sadly for me, mostly what I got out of it was an absolute loathing of listening to scales and an endless hunt for sounds that would drown them out. The only thing I ever found that worked was Nine Inch Nails, which was also not conducive to the quiet enjoyment of my home. heeheehee! What a cute picture.

I once lived in an apartment below an aspiring opera singer, and I might have enjoyed it more had I been able to play with the costumes or had conversations punctuated with entertaining operatic moments.

Sadly for me, mostly what I got out of it was an absolute loathing of listening to scales and an endless hunt for sounds that would drown them out. The only thing I ever found that worked was Nine Inch Nails, which was also not conducive to the quiet enjoyment of my home.

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