My daughter started crawling when she was about six months old. Actually, it wasn't so much of a crawl, as it was her using one arm to slide across our wood floors as the rest of her body was limp and dragged along. She had one strong arm, that's for sure. One afternoon, she was scooting along and my 2-year-old son picked something off the ground, "What 'dis, Mama? Without taking a very close look—because I had on eye on her as she was shimming away—I told him it was a raisin. I had good reason to believe that was true, as the object in his hand looked exactly like a raisin and he had been snacking on them just an hour before, while his sister napped and he was planted in front of the television. I couldn't figure out why he was freaking out over a damn raisin and, frankly, I'd been delirious ever since my daughter started crawling. Not only did I have a 2-year-old boy who ran around the house like his hair was on fire all the damn time, but she'd discovered she could not only crawl—she could climb, too.
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My Sister's Best Friends. My sister, Kim, was in her freshman year at university. She was popular, although not wildly so. She was on the volleyball team, debate club, and a variety of other activities. Boys pursued her, but she never spent much time with them. Instead, she hung out with Molly and Jenn, who were on the volleyball team with her. I was between semesters at college, staying with my folks. We'd moved across town to a larger house in a better neighborhood and were almost done unpacking. The box was on top of a bookshelf.
In the infomertial, the beautiful blonde claimed her mop could make any floor clean enough to kneel on with white pants. Then she proved it, thousands of times! A torrid romance between two elephantine lovers ends with bowels emptying abrubtly and painfully Things are really heating up now for the sexy blonde weather girl, as thousands now seek shelter from the cold inside her nice warm mouth A weekend of wife swapping, games, enemas, playing doctor, scuba diving, cross dressing, diapers, boats, strapless strapon,and a little bondage
At least it seems that way, judging by the number of reporters calling me to ask about the sex lives of conjoined twins since the TLC reality show Abby and Brittany went on the air several weeks ago. But not as conflicted as we singletons seem to feel about them having sex. Typically, people who are close to conjoined twins come to adjust and see them as different but normal; they seem fairly untroubled by the idea of conjoined twins pursuing sex and romance. But those who are watching from afar cannot abide. Chang and Eng were joined by just a bit of liver and some skin. This was, after all, the antebellum American South. The same discomfort generally carries through to our own time. Sex is often mentioned by commentators on conjoinment as one of the beautiful things supposedly made instantaneously horrible by being conjoined. Surgeons sometimes openly allude to sexuality as a motivator for separation surgery.