Not strictly relevant, but it rhymes. And actually, having just watched the pilot episode of the X-Files, I am feeling somewhat more disinclined than usual to join the ranks of the FBI, so there you go.
I am happy to report that the snortlepig and I slept blissfully all last night. We’ve also discovered she gets high on baby Panadol. She laughs and spazzes around and goes all ooey, and then makes a dive for her father’s cider and takes a swig from the bottle before we can stop her. Nothing like smelling likker on your baby’s breath to make you feel like a wonderful mother. Come to think of it, that could be why she slept so well…
You know how everyone has a hard time choosing between superpowers? You know, flying, immensely cool, but on the other hand, being able to read, speak and write all the languages of the world… or telekinesis… all good things, difficult choice, etc. Well, I have a conundrum for you. Would you rather have the ability to:
A) Look spectacularly good on ID photos
or
B) be able to stop time, but only for one ten-second interval once a month?