WAH! I want a Pirate Duck!
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[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.
those puppie pictures killed me, and let up the foul mood I was in when I sat down in front of the computer.
Heather, I freak when I see dogs loose- I always wait until I see that his or her owner has caught up to them before letting them out of my sight.
I wish I could have, or at least put him in the car and taken him back to the office (boss's dog would have had a fit!)
Oh Heather, I feel the same way. One of my very close friends got her dog that way. She found her in traffic at an intersection, the dog ran under her car for shelter, she jumped out and called the dog to her, put her in the car, and the dog's been her traveling companion ever since. It's so scary seeing any animal trying to navigate a highway.
And now I want a pirate ducky too, Betsy. Qua'arghck!
As I recall, yuo k ind of applied on a whim, right?
Oh, I totally did. It wasn’t a surprise or anything (I would have gotten a call way before now if they were interested.) And actually, I’ve been happier at work lately, so I’m not even broken up over it. Even if I did get the letter and think “Dear Applicant”? Man, if they’d hired me, they could have learned of the wonders of mail merge.
Tom and I are going to Lush tomorrow even though you ignored/resisted my attempts to tempt you to Boston to shop at Lush and hang out during your FIVE DAY weekend. So there
OMG! I completely missed any alleged attempts to lure me! Dangit, that would have been a good idea, too! If only I hadn’t just blown my potential train fare on a pair of new Buffy boots. Even if they WERE 75% off. Crappity crap crap!
I hate to sound all Pollyanna, but the right job is out there.
You make a sweet Pollyanna, vw. I will keep the faith.
So, I just stopped at the JC Penney salon on the way out of the mall to get my eyebrows waxed. (I’m helpless with tweezers and when I notice it needs doing, it needs to get done RIGHT NOW.) This tiny French lady named Ghislain leads me into the room and gets right to business. Usually, people ask what you want- just cleanup, heavy shaping, whatever. Not Ghislain. She says “With you, I pluck more, because I’ve not seen you before. This is better.” So, she’s working away, and then says “I do something to you now. You do not scream.” (For the record, when someone says that, I generally think that it’s time to scream.) So, quick as a cat, she waxes my upper lip, and says “You had little moustache. You wouldn’t notice. It bothered me. I didn’t tell you.” I probably should have been insulted or frightened, but actually? Kind of grateful. Then she said “Here is my card. You will come back.” And damned if I won’t.
Scary, scary little esthetician. I like her.
It's too stressful getting to Level 12 cat stacking. I just got 83,600 points.
Emily won't let me buy her a present. She's mean.
Oh, and I want my groceries to come so I can make Chili.
I did not read the directions - i just learned what the up arrow does when I stack cats.... I lost my game because of the ooooo factor. now I have a whole new thing to put into practice...
Emily won't let me buy her a present. She's mean.
A present for what? You just bought her an iPod. She must feel all presented out.
Of course, that's not a good reason not to get her a present.