Wait 'til I get home tonight, Steph, and I'll pull it out.
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[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.
Yay VW!
I would kill for a Whole Foods around here.
I would also kill to not have to do the stack of pointless paperwork on my desk right now.
Chicken Caeser salads
He doesn't like those. Because he's crazy.
I think I will stamp my pointy little feet and demand to be taken to the swanky vegetarian resturant some time this week. Just because.
He doesn't like those. Because he's crazy.
He *is* a freak. That's what I've had for dinner two nights running.
What veggies *does* he like?
What's a one-syllable word that goes along with "carefree" for "life is carefree and ________ spent."
Yeah, Pete tried to use that argument this weekend. I informed him that I did not want to be a widow, and by G*d, he was going to start eating vegetables on a regular basis, and he better not make me lose my temper about this.
Chicken Caeser salads and edamame. Two easy and delicious ways to get veggies.
Heh. Those were the only veggies Z ate up until this Grand Transformation. Now he's added broccoli. At least it's something. (The widow guilt trip never worked on him.)
Soon.
"well"
"life is carefree and ________ spent."
Well?
Hmmmm...those both work perfect. Thank you! Let me play a bit more now...