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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
"Personal Space! Personal Space! No Touchey! You. Sit. Over here. You watch the TV. Do not under any circumstances yank on any part of me or my clothing. Do NOT constantly place yourself under the path of my feet tripping me at every step. GAhhhhhhhhh!"
My sister is right there. With a newborn to boot.
The wife, looking foxy...they made different choices than I'd expect, but I take my style cues from Kay, so I know, like, nothing about that. Kay or Jilli. My closet has MPD.
Cindy, nearly forgot, the hair - if pulled out to its non-wavy length, is at the crook of my shoulder. But David layered the living crap out of it, and it's unbelievably light and bouncy. I trust him - he knows what he's doing. He took one look and said, we can't do short around your face - you need body and movement.I can't wait to see a closer shot. The color is also to die for with your coloring, deb.
I have haircut envy. I want Brittany's 'do, too.Ha! That's funny, because I thought of you when I saw the picture, Cashmere. Have you had a similar cut? I remember at least one cut you had (but can't find the picture to save my life) that made me go Ooooh! Want!
I don't have her tiny little heart-shaped face, but I think that it will do okay with my generic oval. It's sort of close to the one-true-haircut I had a couple of years ago.
Me? I shall lunch, then I shall take the long and perilous road to the Rexall.Rexall! I didn't know there were any left. Long live Canada.
OH! P-C, how upset am I with you for not letting me know you were in Texas?
(Ok maybe not horribly, but it would have been nice to see you)
I stripped down in the Nordstrom dressing room yesterday - David asked me if I was OK with it, I said hell yes, it was a pleasure and an honour to be stripped down to knickers and bra by such a cool dude, yo, and he said, I love it - no body image issues! Nope, I replied. Good, said David, because hell, I've done this a bajillion times, including most of the world's supermodels. Well, said I, I didn't have body issues before, but after that tidbit?
He snorted. Oh, puhLEEEZE, he said, they're all scrawny. Whereupon I took my shirt off and he said oh my God, curves! a cuppable WAIST!
I love that man.
I have narrow heels, hammertoes, little toes that have been surgically straightened, bone spurs on the top of my feet and plantar fasciitis. Most shoes cause me to try to confess after about five steps.
Have you had a similar cut?
I have had a similar cut. I want it back.
OH! P-C, how upset am I with you for not letting me know you were in Texas?
(Ok maybe not horribly, but it would have been nice to see you)
It would have been nice to see you too, Heather, but it was only yesterday, and it was spent jet-lagged and buying stuff to take here. It wasn't really feasible for me to go off to meet some lady from the Internet.
Yeesh, this thread is moving fast. I'll start posting stories when it slows down a bit.
My sister is right there. With a newborn to boot.
People always talk about the sleep deprivation and the eating issues or the lack of adult stimulation - all of which are a grind. But losing all your personal boundaries at once can be very taxing. Of course, that's a huge part of the good stuff in parenting a baby. It's oh-so lovely having them fall asleep on you, or rocking them to sleep, or even just having them crawl all over you. But when you can't recharge or get some time for yourself, you can just hit a wall.
He snorted. Oh, puhLEEEZE, he said, they're all scrawny. Whereupon I took my shirt off and he said oh my God, curves! a cuppable WAIST!
I love that man.
I love him, too.