As a properly raised Southern girl I was never educated on the delicate way to spit. Even during times where spitting would be moderately acceptable (bad food, flu epidemic, or dentist visits) I just never got the hang of it. Growing up in a world where little girls spoke only when spoken to and always minded their elders, spitting was a gateway into a world of ick.
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Yes, yes, very interesting, but, shame on me, I’m here for the BAYBEEEEEEEE update.
This has better have been an autopost or you shall never be forgiven for witholding baby pictures.
(Of course, I did read it and find it interesting. I want to do this some day. But come on!)
I think this post could be called cruel and unusual punishment! I’m thinking autopost. If you can remove a human being from you and have major surgery in one week, I suppose we can be patient about seeing photos and hearing THE NAME…
Just a little too bizarre.