Why oh why must I be such a klutz with the eating? I got Mongolian BBQ for lunch, and a portion of it was consumed by my shirt.
I don't think the shirt thought it was nearly as yummy as I did.
::slinks off to the bathroom to repair the damage::
[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.
Why oh why must I be such a klutz with the eating? I got Mongolian BBQ for lunch, and a portion of it was consumed by my shirt.
I don't think the shirt thought it was nearly as yummy as I did.
::slinks off to the bathroom to repair the damage::
Poor BigBoss. What a thing to wake up to.
ION, I hate being female, today. It's full-bore, "You looked at me, prepare to die," hormonal psychosis. My slavishly adoring cat even is hiding from me. Thank god I don't have to talk to people at work.
Upsetting. I'm sorry my state bit your boss, Tep. Lisah, Woo! We did it.(I should probably be ashamed that I made more calls for that than crises of my extended family, but, whatever. Jimmy has been there for me on Sunday nights for months. Them, NSM.) But I'm a fiend. Want it now! Bright day for The City Of the Brokenhearted. And for the CEO, to not get my frickin' letters. Cindy, maybe, but not because you'd kill yourself on the boat. Hec, I've been slacking in re product usage. Must remedy this.
Oh, Tep! Gah. The gym sounds like a good option. I'm now sending you a highly specific -ma that vibes you a good hard workout, the kind that leaves you a little achy and endorphin-buzzed and with your brain mercifully quiet and not trying to process the unprocessable.
Bright day for The City Of the Brokenhearted
And our City could sure use the money the production brings in.
and so he has not been told about his arm yet.
Oh, Jesus. All the ma in the world to him and his family.
When I lived in Quebec, Lucien Bouchard, the head of the Bloc Quebecois and later Premier (governor), lost a leg to this disease. Scary stuff.
Crap. Vibes for your boss, Tep.
Scary to lose an arm, but at least they aren't now saying "well, that didn't help."
Vacations are dangerous.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, Bitches!
Ooh, sj, pretty. Did you make it to sleep without sucumbing?
brenda, yes I did. No too expensive tea set for me.
Much ~ma to Teppy's boss. That is awful.
Happy Anniversary, Laura and Brendon!!!
I not only need a new haircut, but I need a new hairstylist to do it. I wasn't really happy with my last cut. My current hairdresser is great with color but nsm with cut.
Yeah, Lisah,always happy to hear good news for it. Funny, one thing city fathers don't bitch about...the big checks. Now, it'll be the teachers they'll upset. Because it'll be Education Season.