Oh, honey, no.
*chortle*
More Fun Confessions From the Nutty Childhood Of Le Jaily:
When I was 10, my little brother hit me in the ribcage with a baseball bat (the handle end, not the business end, thank god). I still haven't figured out if he actually *meant* to do or not, but it didn't really matter at the time...
While he was sleeping that night, I poured honey all over his head and then dumped oatmeal on top of it.
I still giggle at the thought of it...
Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart.