Still life
Published February 19th, 2008 in Mostly a picture, Re: the lil' monkey.“I’m relaxing with a little piece of stale bread,” says she.
[Copped on the fly (and from the hip) using this time-tested photojournalistic technique.]
“I’m relaxing with a little piece of stale bread,” says she.
[Copped on the fly (and from the hip) using this time-tested photojournalistic technique.]
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The wording of Prop 8 is tricky. It’s like if someone asked you, “You don’t want dessert, right?” But you do want dessert so you say, “Yes,” which really means you don’t want dessert. And if you say, “No,” which means you do want dessert -- it sounds like you don’t. Either way, you don’t get what you want. See -- confusing. Just like Prop. 8.For those that missed it, here Ellen is chatting with McCain (2 Sept., 2008) on the topic of gay marriage.
So, in case I haven’t made myself clear, I’m FOR gay marriage. And in order to protect that right -- please VOTE NO on Proposition 8. And now that you’re informed, spread the word. I’m begging you. I can’t return the wedding gifts -- I love my new toaster.
Lesbian Dad is written by a parent who answers to the name "Baba" and works toward a world in which amor does indeed vincit omnia. 
Unfettered by adult nices and norms children can eat the most amazing things. Stale bread reminds me of green toast.
‘Whats that you’re eating?’
‘Green toast from under cooker’.
Not my child, nor cooker I hasten to add. Probably makes up for all the times that dead-cert-favourites become poisonous don’t-like-thats.
Yegods, green toast.
Our son crawls around under the table foraging for and munching up what he dropped. If I wasn’t so nostalgic for my dearly departed dog (whose job it was to do that very same thing), I’d stop the little guy. Instead I just look at him and sigh.