dlowan,
You were in a beanbag chair, for goshsakes. The irony! The irony!
Does there have to BE a reason?
Oh reason not the need...
DrewDad wrote:dlowan,
You were in a beanbag chair, for goshsakes. The irony! The irony!
Yes - there's iron in my soul....
dlowan wrote:Does there have to BE a reason?
Oh reason not the need...
Theirs not to reason why
Theirs but to pooh and die . . .
Setanta wrote:Oh Jeeze, the girl's harumphin' me, an' i don't even know why . . .
click on the www seen under all of my posts
he's in hiding now, i think
and i'm still giggling about the beanbag chair
it's just so dang believable
deb, to make you feel better:
i was once on a bikepath. hammering steadily, lovely day, nowhere any soul. when you hammer and encounter internal movements, you don't even think. it just has to be done. well, little did i know there's a guy right behind me. i turn purple, naturally. i stepped on the pedals and pedalled with all my might. the guy must have been at least 60, but he kept up for good 20 minutes! I nearly dropped dead. then he passed me, matter-of-factly, when we got to the first steep uphill. STILL visibly grinning. i hated his guts. well, i hated my guts more, but his too.
will you see the said teenager again?
Yes.
Many times.
If she is able to cope with her therapist having farted.
I suspect it comes somewhere close to discovering your grandmother having sex.
ooooh, really, dlowan, I don't think it's all THAT dramatic.
I hope not.
But adolescent clients often find much tinier things to disappear on - seriously!!!!
Nemmind - she has been coming for a while.
I mean, I am half joking, of course - but they be a weird breed.
I remember when I discovered my therapist farting on my grandmother while they were having sex. Quite traumatic, it was.
I mean -- farting. Sheesh.
Lol! Therapists in longish term therapy become a weird kind of idea in client's minds.
I mean, I am just who you see here in all situations - except I don't get angry with clients - and I am very empathic - I am just as silly though.
Mebbe I can get away with farting better than some stiffer folk?
I can recall Craven saying somewhere that he could never have sex again - he had heard his grandmother mention her vagina!
The grandmother-in-law has a pee-bag after bladder removal a few years back. I was there for the days following her escape from the hospital, while her granddaughters helped her out. I helped out with less, um, feminine difficulties -- new shower head, home repair, new armchair -- you know, manly things. Problem was, in her drugged state, Nana was prone to flipping up her moo-moo around the house.
The horror.
I had the hardest time figuring out what moo-moo was. I thought it might have something to do with udders, wondered if it was about that joke about when you get old, slinging 'em over your shoulder.
Than I realized it was muu-muu.
The wonders of spelling.
ah! muu-muu!
damn it, and i've got spelling ocd (more or less).
