Osh Babe when he’s hot he’s hot shirt
And she was right. The next tantrum I put him in time out but Osh Babe when he’s hot he’s hot shirt time I had a blanket pillow and a great book outside his door and I parked my butt there for four hours putting him back in time out every time he tried to escape. It was a deal changer. I regained control and the anger went away. I never hit him again. For that reason I take good care of my knife. First and foremost, I don’t lend it to anyone. That may sound selfish, but not lending you my knife is for you r own good. If you need a knife, I’ll give you one of your own and teach you how to care for it. Letting you use mine doesn't teach you responsibility.
Every once in a while the steel doesn’t quite do the trick. That’s when I pull out my whet stone and give the blade a few licks. It isn’t necessary to sharpen your knife whenever it seems to cut not so well. A steel is the everyday solution for dullness. Sharpening needs to happen when the steel doesn’t do the trick. Finally, I wash and sanitize and dry my knife’s blade before I put it away for the day. I can’t have bacteria multiplying on the steel, looking to contaminate the next item I slice into. Working on a homeless van you smell some bad shit. One of the weirdest things you can smell is the vodka-Listerine smell that comes off hardcore drunks. They call Listerine “Gold” because of its color. It’s both good and bad at the same time. You use listerine because it smells good. But when it comes straight out of the pores of these drunks and mixes with the reek of rotten vodka, it has that recognizable smell that you associate with “good” but it isn’t good, believe me. And on the second breath of that kind of sweat, mixed with all the other body odors, it’s hard not to puke sometimes.
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