Chick, please!
She walked off disappointed, to the point where I was thinking, gosh, I should really bring home a live bird and kill it for her in the backyard or something, before I came to my senses. Bloody minded little thing, I love her so.
She walked off disappointed, to the point where I was thinking, gosh, I should really bring home a live bird and kill it for her in the backyard or something, before I came to my senses. Bloody minded little thing, I love her so.
Everything I’ve learned that turned out to be worth knowing, I learned from reading books that someone else had banned. Eff ’em. Heinlein’s The Moon is a Harsh Mistress is the right book in the right place. TANSTAAFL.
Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?
During one round of Hide-n-Seek, I stepped into the upstairs bathroom. Luckily for all concerned, I was only there to grab the laundry basket. Also luckily, my heart started right up again after a small voice whispered, “Just so you know, I’m back here,” from behind the shower curtain. Scared the hell out of me.
The idea that you could just hand me the tooth and I’d give you a buck *never* crossed your mind, did it? You’re far too wise to believe in anything as silly as the Tooth Fairy. But that molar’s still under your pillow. And I’m still going to wait until you’re sleeping, my little scientist.