'Hell Bound'
[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.
I read an article in a Parents' mag about women trying to lose weight--when they calculated the extra calories they were getting from finishing off their kids' plates they were shocked. I'm determined to avoid this but I also feel bad about throwing food away.
It's going to end up in one can or another. Why make it your own?
Chantilly creme? Man, I'd be bopping Emmett over the head an stuffing him in a closet to eat his share.
To be fair, he ate most of his crepe and enjoyed it. It was just filling. This was on our outing with erinaceous.
Yeah, I'm picking up the phone for Chinese now. Spicy curry chicken, egg rolls and crab rangoon. Yum.
Nice. Now you've made me tangentially hanker for the excellent Thai place down the street, and I've already eaten. Gah! I shall eat there tomorrow, I resolve, or perhaps the great Italian place further down the street where the cute server lass likes me. My life is a jigsaw puzzle and I'm wearing boxing gloves.
Sean! Ok -- better than in a while.
I have a new computer and am almost done with my MA. End of April, hu-fucking-zzah.
Abby=opposite of lame.
It's going to end up in one can or another. Why make it your own?
It's bad enough the dogs are probably going to gain 10 lbs by the time O gets to be 4. I need to get a picture of the audience he has when he eats finger food. The dogs and the cat are perched around him like gargoyles waiting for him to drop Cheerios and cheese cubes.
The dogs and the cat are perched around him like gargoyles waiting for him to drop Cheerios and cheese cubes.
See the pets eliminate the Cheerio pickup which comprises a full 50% of all toddler related parenting.
Just popping in from lurkerville to say that Vancouver is having "cold" weather, and we are spoiled and don't like it.
Duh! Don't steal back the warm, nooooooooo! Ah, too late. We're going from 13C today to -13C tomorrow, and my flinty heart snaps in twain at the loss.
I don't know what chantilly creme is. But I am provincial and was disappointed not to get to see a copy of a $10,000 check today.
I don't know what chantilly creme is.
Fancy whipped cream.