Is everyone quite done with cray? I'd like to dispose of him, if you don't mind.
eta:
et tu, Kyla? et tu?
eta:
et tu, Kyla? et tu?
Is everyone quite done with cray? I'd like to dispose of him, if you don't mind.
eta:
et tu, Kyla? et tu?
Perhaps I sweat off the water I drink?
Shovel-shaped incisors indicate Native American or East Asian ancestors.
I seem to recall my grandmother watching a movie about a submarine where they loaded the torpedoes full of lady-things and fired it. I think they were trying to demonstrate that there were women on board, but I don't know. This made me think of it, so it's regdog's fault.
I think I saw that movie.
I take fullblamecredit for you remembering
I very rarely need a bathroom while I'm running, even if I'm running for hours, unless I'm suffering from a bowel complaint (which has only happened during a marathon). I can't think of the last time I stopped a run for a bathroom break.
Running on a treadmill is so desperately boring I find it hard to do for more than half an hour at a time, even with music. And my brain doesn't roam free as it does when I run outside.
Of course they are. We are totally normal here. *flicks earwax at dead-animal skull on kitchen counter*
I've got a Sonicare electric toothbrush and I wonder if it would do the trick for you. (It's this one.) My teeth have never been cleaner.I feel like I have pronounced shovel teeth that I can't seem to brush very well. Does anyone else have shovel teeth and have trouble getting the backs of them clean? All my other teeth will feel smooth after brushing, but no matter how hard I try or at what angle, I can't seem to brush all the grit from the backs of my top incisors.
I dunno, we get great marks on our checkups. It's an intense, tickling feeling, but the bristles are quite soft.Brushing normally, only twice daily with a regular toothbrush, could cause gum damage, raising the risk of infection and even heart problems. There was a study. The SpazBrush sounds like a bad idea for gums.
I have to agree with you there. Now that I think about it, I run best when I'm running with a goal in mind. (Ex: Basketball, ultimate frisbee, etc.) A treadmill makes me feel like a hamster on a wheel.
For real?
Treadmill desk.
I agree that goal-oriented running is best. I'm going to invent a treadmill that is connected to a barrel of urine. If you don't run x miles in y minutes, numbers specified ahead of time, the treadmill takes a piss all over the floor. And it shouts "I HAVE TO PEEEE!" when you fall out of pace.
I'm going to be a billionaire.
You're probably right, it usually doesn't happen if the person can help it. With tampons for example. But damn, I nearly sat down on a pissed-on seat once, it's just...I can't imagine anyone who wasn't dealing with an exceptional circumstance being nonchalant in public about soiling themselves with urine or feces, though it would be awful to have it happen when you need to get home on public transit. I suppose I'd buy a newspaper and wrap it around myself, but newspapers aren't as easy to come by as they used to be.
Yeech, hope that never happens. There was a "This American Life" broadcast about celiac disease on public radio once, and it discussed the whole issue of diarrhea meltdowns in public. I felt so horrible for the people telling the stories (many had been plagued with bowel issues for years before they were diagnosed).
I remember tying a sweatshirt around my waist a time or two because of period leaks, though. Sometimes it comes on unexpectedly, or is heavier than usual, or you run out of products when you're at work or school. And when I had the bad fibroids, I could literally hemorrhage at the drop of a hat. It happened during a riding lesson once, and another time during a job interview--both times when I couldn't just drop everything and race to the bathroom. I wore a tampon and pad at all times during that stage of my life, but they would be soaked within 15 min.
One strangely embarrassing experience I had in college was when I spilled a cup of tepid (fortunately) coffee with creamer on my lap before a class. I was wearing white pants, and it left a pale tan stain across my crotch, exactly where the stain would be if I'd pee'd myself. Fortunately, there was a strong coffee smell, so anyone who was close by would know it wasn't pee. But from a distance, it looked like I'd had an accident.
Ignore the coffee odor.
One strangely embarrassing experience I had in college was when I spilled a cup of tepid (fortunately) coffee with creamer on my lap before a class. I was wearing white pants, and it left a pale tan stain across my crotch, exactly where the stain would be if I'd pee'd myself. Fortunately, there was a strong coffee smell, so anyone who was close by would know it wasn't pee. But from a distance, it looked like I'd had an accident.
Ignore the coffee odor.