I'm now earwormed with BNL, "One Week", something about vanilla being the finest of the flavours.

Also reeling. Going to pump the heat up and curl up on the sofa and doze. Nic's working late.

A demain, my lovelies.

Are we sure that lovely close up is really her? I wonder if its a result of the steroid abuse, if so. Now *that* should be on an anti-drug poster

Dude. I'm still thinking SHE"S A MAN, BAYBEE!!! Or at least, "she's intersex!!!". I know women on T. (Or rather, transmen on T). You do NOT get a minipenis like that!!!! Damn!

ERIN! I've missed you so.

"Sex Disasters and How To Survive Them" would make an awesome present for someone. I'm not sure who, but SOMEONE.

Jeez, throw up one bondage site and people bring on the love...!

Timelies!

Last-minute party prep is happening. Brownies just went in the oven; eggs for deviled eggs are on the stove; and the Sweedish meatballs are about to go in the brand new, beautiful crockpot.

This might actually come together. And for my biggest stunt yet? Let's see if I'll be able to make it out of the house without forgetting anything.

Yay, vw (yay for the party, and yay that you posted, because I just went through a whole bunch of posts, and nearly none of them were first-thing-in-the-morning convo).

I know exactly what you mean. I decided to go ahead and start it. Although, I found the overnight reading SO interesting...I just didn't really have anything to say about it.

Meatballs have been started. I'm used to making them in my mom's ugly 6-quart crockpot, but she was sure that this gorgeous 5-quart would be big enough...just barely! I almost didn't fit all of the secret sauce in.

Poptarts to continue the play-by-play:

I just took the brownies out of the oven. The apartment smells so choclatey and delicious. I think I know what I'm having for breakfast! But first, they must cool so I can frost them. The frosting is the bestest part.

I didn't click the links. There's not enough coffee in the world. But yes, it was interesting. I'm with deb on the Jockey for Her, although I like the cotton better than the microfibre.

You're making me hungry, which means I should eat, huh?

Wish me peace. I have to take Julia to Daisies today, and don't want to have a panic attack just because I'm worried about having a panic attack. The little buggers really are self-perpetuating.

I did click the links, but it was 4:00am. I wasn't really in a position to make my own decisions. They were there. They must be clicked. That's what my brain said anyway.