Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
[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.
There's a function in about an hour that another division is hosting. They need the big giant cooler that's in our care. It's disappeared. The man who should be looking the hardest for it has basically given up.
Eek. Find 'ma. To Cindy as well.
And since laughing at other people never hurts, my office has lost a ginormous Carnac the Magnificent hat and cape and the blame is still flying around deciding on a place to settle.
Askye-- you can buy two smaller coolers at WalMart and divide the drinks up between them in two places. It looks like you planned it that way on purpose.
Happy Birthday, Cindy!!!
ION, I have not one, but TWO offers on the house!!!! I know no details at this point, but will be meeting with my realtor tomorrow morning.
I have not one, but TWO offers on the house!!!!
Which, as we know, can only be resolved through hand-to-hand combat.
Or a bidding war ... so Anne can move to St. Louis with a larger nest egg!
ION, I have not one, but TWO offers on the house!!!!
Awesome Anne!!! (except for how i'm sad you're leaving)
I knew it wouldn't take long. your house is just lovely.
can only be resolved through hand-to-hand combat.
Buyer Cage Match!
That's wonderful Anne!
We signed a contract to sell my backyard last week. It was a beautiful day. We don't close until April 30, but it is good to have it sold. We ended up selling the empty lot for almost 50K more than we bought the whole house and lot for less than 6 years ago. And I get to keep the house and this lot. Very cool. (I don't know if I mentioned this last week or not, stupid memory)
Somehow, I've managed to avoid OshkoshBgosh.com thusfar. Until now, that is.
Only fair since I am now building EVERYONE a messenger bag at Timbuk2 thanks to you.
Whaddya say that when I have a boy and you have a girl, we trade baby stuff?
Someone else has a cooler! At least that's what I was told. Thank god!
Also I should probably stop calling annoying coworker that because he's been really nice lately and today he's promised to follow me to the gas station in case I run out of gas.
I relaly needed to get gas last night and I didn't, I drove to work (appx 13 miles) with my gauge resting below the E. I didn't even realize that until I was up at my desk.
Hec, I put part one up...actually a bad mood works perfectly for this particular pairing...they've had rough lives. My life's still shit, but my bladder's not near my eye anymore. Want my own damaged Irishman to bang.