I went to my friend Jill's house last night. We made luscious lip gloss. Actually, she totally made it and I just watched in awe. We had a date to see her new Woodle puppies and she throws in lip gloss making because she's a dynamo that way.
Jill: (In her lilting Aussie accent) Do you mind if your son plays with matches?
Me: Not at all.
Jill: Sammy is building bombs. Are you good with that? He's the next Timothy McVeigh. (Sammy is her son...same age as Lewis)
Me: That sounds fine. Should they do it outside?
Jill: Oh yes.
And she shoos them out and we get back to the important work of choosing fragrances and canoodling Woodles. (A Woodle is a Poodle, Wheaton Terrier mix.)
Voice from outside: Mom, bring your camera!!!!!!!!
I know to scoot when I hear that. And POOF!
You really should try this at home.
My first reaction to this little morsel was to lactate. I wish I were kidding. Jill ate his placenta. That's why we're such good friends. She's 'all in'. I admire that in a person. Matt's going to say that this is too much. That editing is good. I say...
Happy Weekend, My Friends.
Um.. Your friend Jill ate a puppy placenta?
ReplyDeleteNow that's even going too far for me.
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she actually didn't eat it. ...................................she put it in a smoothie! BAAAAAH!
DeleteNeither, really. She just talks about crazy stuff that. lovely girl she is, you'd love her!
to be totally accurate...she wrote on FB that she was poaching it in vegemite broth.
DeleteI guess a puppy placenta would be like organ meat?? But still, I'll pass thank you.
ReplyDeleteFire and kids...why do they love it so?? My dad used to take us into the CA desert in the 70's, in his "modified" van, light a bonfire, set out a beach chair, pop open a beer and let my brother and I chase each other with the ends of sticks on fire--he had visitation rights once a month...I wonder why. Great memories though ;))
i have the same exact memory! minus the california desert, the modified van and your dad,...wait, it was a few weeks ago in moab and there was beer, sticks on fire and screaming children! your childhood sounds very interesting! we'll cover that in the next convo!!!!
Deleteso lovely talking today, my dear!
have a lovely!
i just overused lovely.
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You did it again...Ron laughing out loud. There's only 5 people in the world that can do that! I think he wishes he was in Moab with ya'll ;)
ReplyDeleteLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
ReplyDeleteMy boys would love to make a few fire bombs. They wanted to light pumpkins and shoot them into the field, but we are just too dry and I don't really relish an uncontrolled fire.
ReplyDeleteVery interesting friends you have on that side of the country ;)
Ha! I'm catching this at the end of our weekend! First night without the in-laws and I headed straight here :) Laughter is so good for the soul and you filled my tank tonight :) Thanks lady! Hope your week is off to a great start!
ReplyDeleteOK...I'm a little wary of the firebombs, because a friend of mine and his brother built a little "bomb" in their garage in highschool and it blew his thumb off and his mother had to crawl under the car to find the missing digit and although they rushed to the emergency room, it wasn't able to get reattached and he is still missing a thumb :( But I'm pretty sure they were using some serious bomb making ingredients and not just matches and lighter fluid like in your picture. So that's my Debbie Downer story for the day.
ReplyDeletePlacenta! I am wary of eating my own (although I hear women rave about the positive effects) so I don't know about my dog's placenta. You know what we do with our placentas 'round these parts? We bury them and plant a tree for the child born. It's a Hawaiian tradition. This little lady's placenta will be buried under a Ti Leaf plant in the backyard.
P.S. I am glad you don't edit. Editing is for pu$#@%s!
Awesomeness!
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