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I don't have clothes for Antarctica ( or really Scandinavia) or frankly anywhere out of home much.
But still sound fun. Is 't there an ice hotel?
Also meek me, not for costumes so much, but have you seem The slipper and the rose? A very pretty Cinderella I think; my favourite.
I prefer stockings just because pantyhose & tights feel ugly.
Lame, vain me.
Buy one size up, and they'll stretch higher on the leg/feel less sausage-ish. If it's a thigh width issue, the larger size should help (as the stocking stretches around, it'll shrink length wise and should balance out); if it's a length issue, the size up should give you an extra inch or three...
I have the hardest time finding stockings that don't have the gross sticky things at the top of the thighs. All that they do is feel yucky and roll down. Not sexy.
We always try to take a photo on the rare occasions where the entire clan is assembled.
we have only had three generations for some time, but some of the kids have reached an age, where a new fourth generation will not be unlikely.
On a different note: I came close to spending my night on the sofa last night.
The kids were away, and we had been looking forward to a spot of monkey-business. We were expecting one of them to come home at some time in the evening, but with the front door locked, we should have a bit of warning (at least enough to be under the duvets).
Discussing what kind of horseplay we wanted, I mentioned that the big rope show was probably not the best idea, since the dear child could consider her parents both embarrassing and a bit more crazy than usual, should she enter and see her dear mother looking like a flank steak roll.
Lady C giggled shortly..... then the dangerous silence followed....
"What exactly do you mean by FLANK STEAK ROLL?"
It took quite a bit of massaging and gentle fingering to be forgiven for that one!
I will not cook flank steak roll for a couple of weeks, I think. No need to prod the bear!
There is a reason I don't really love receiving gifts. The current one is about six foot wide and five feet tall and dominating our not huge bedroom. If I liked it it would not be so bad, but even then I prefer to choose what has such impact on my life.
Well, you didn't end up a flank roll, at least.
She probably likes you a bit.
I suppose the nearest of those options is a painting.
When I have more of a sense of humour about it I might chuckle and share a picture. For now I sulk. Its been declared antique. I'm not sure, and frankly don't care; the hinges on it don't look so antique to me and if it were, people always made things others considered ugly. The worst part is that G loves it. So now I am STUCK with it.
He's not the person you thought he was. It's not going to happen. Love yourself and let it go.
I have clearly missed my calling as a travel organizer.