I finally have a name for my line of transvestite lingerie:
May Contain Nuts.
I finally have a name for my line of transvestite lingerie:
May Contain Nuts.
Today, I’m going in to my son’s preschool class to build and launch air-powered rockets. archive.makezine.com/15/airrocket/
Thanks @make
That time on Twitter when everyone thought it was cool to write in sentence fragments
RT @darraghdoyle: Glad I checked the instructions! http://t.co/JzieP4vqF6
Not so much “the story of the typeface you never knew” as a font geek dropping Steve Jobs’ name to get a few clicks. gizmodo.com/why-youve-neve…
I may have just had to tell my toddler “Eat the goldfish, not the table.”
And not for the first time.
Rainbow flags? Apple logo? Missed opportunity.
No sound will wake a sleeping child as quickly and consistently than that of her parent lying down for a nap.
Okay, Brier Creek fireworks. Any. Minute. Now.