but not ShaunaBanauna...

I lived with a girl who called herself AnnaBanana.
I thought it very silly - she was 19 (preggers by the time she was 20 - I guess she liked bananas!)

But Mum used to call me CherryBonBon and my other housemate, who'd known me since grammar school called me Cherry-Berry so really I didn't have a leg to stand on.
I still miss being called Berrily by a friend I lost (Cherrily Berrily, Cherrily Berrily, Gently down the stream).

Beans is a beauty.

My oldest son and frau. Guess he's about 47 He's the one that told me, he didn't like old people. Wear the shoe now

Chocolat: Bean is adorable!

Buster: You've got a fine looking son. Why were they dressed so nice?

My grandson and a friend at his parents wedding. They're both about 3 1/2. They play together and go to the same school. Right now he's telling everyone that she's his sister.

In about 12 years he's going to regret that.;)

He got most of my son's looks. Theres a lot of clone talk.:rolleyes:

To avoid too much gratuitous multi-posting, I'm combining replies.

Stick a guitar in his hand and you have a Springsteen album cover.


Woot is selling "retro" toys. I recognized most of them.


Nice attitude. Saw parts of the history of Vogue on some cable channel yesterday. She'd fit right in.


I like the looks on her face. It's like she's saying "Yep, I caught this one."

Choco, Beans is adorable.

A quick cell phone pic of the kids guarding the tree we picked out this afternoon.

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They look adorable!

SonofV was warming a cheesy garlic breadstick in the microwave the other day. He did a marvelous job of it too, since when he opened the door to the microwave and picked it up, it was too hot to handle. He bobbled it and caught it, burned his fingers again and bobbled it again, repeat, repeat. This was happening right at the open door to the microwave but he was losing the battle as his bats and bumps bounced the bread off the doors of the cabinet, getting lower and lower and lower. He kept with it, I'll give him that, until he was bent over double, hands almost to the floor then, plop. The bread fell on the floor. By this time he'd chased the bread down and to the left as you face the open microwave door. With the bread on the floor, there was no more need to be bent over like that, so he stood up.

...

Right under the corner of the open door of the microwave. Ouch. He kept walking forward as the corner of the door, open to the maximum, ploughed a furrow in his back. It was loud, too. Fortunately, blood was only summoned to the surface and not actually drawn. He knew it hurt, but he had no idea what it looked like, so, now we all do.

Oh, the bread? We abide by the five second rule in this house. I leaned over picked it up, and he ate it.

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Ooooh nasty! I'm sure the cheesy bread helped relieve the pain though. ;)

you could call it comfort food.

Yeouch!

Ahh, the rule about standing up carefully in a kitchen with high-mounted cupboards (and microwaves) is an important lesson in life. Most people learn it with damage to their head, though.

Microwave: 1
Son of V: 0

My girls: