- I found out who my killer is. Well, not my killer...I figure I'll just keep going on about fandoms y'all don't care about and you can fight over it.
- posted here and my goomare-boards
- drove my brother away with my soul station
[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 found out who my killer is.
Wow. It's like that Sci-Fi channel Michael Keaton movie!
Emily has tagged one of my favorite lines from that episode.
Bwah! Guess I have to stop popping my gum, huh? "I told him if he popped that gum, one more time..." And he did.
Such an independent baby. She loves loves loves just laying in her bassinett and kicking and chattering to herself.
"I told him if he popped that gum, one more time..." And he did.
So I fired a warning shot.
Right.
Through.
His.
Head.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEVERLY!!
I've accomplished a lot today. Not as much as I'd hoped, but still a lot. I only stopped because my mom called and noticed that I was getting a bit punchy and she told me that if I didn't stop, bad things would happen with paint and spills and so on.
I'm going to email my realtor tomorrow and push the on-the-market date back a few days. I already feel a lot less stressed.
Update, for those keeping track: I'm on page 8. Time to finish up the last point and start wrapping it up. Damn. There's so much I haven't been able to include.
next bunch of things accomplished -tv watching - nappage - snackage