Anne just upped the chances for St. Louis hosting the next big F2F.
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.
Aimee, pink hat killed me dead, but I also like the red jogging suit picture, she seems to have a look on her face, like, "why am I wearing a jogging suit? I can't even walk!?" It cracked me up.
Bah, productivity. We need to do laundry and I'm trying to think of ways to avoid it.
We need to do laundry and I'm trying to think of ways to avoid it.
Oh, I'm with you on that! I'm thinking my laundry will wait till Tuesday. Tuesday seems like a good laundry day. It worked great last week.
Groceries came and are all put away. One more thing off the to-do list. Yay! Now to get on to the schoolwork. I'm just having too much fun uploading cds into iTunes.
Ooooo...now that I have groceries, I should make coffee!
mmm....coffee...
We are haveing people over for brunch. That's cool. this evening we have a friend playing at a bar. we have to go 'cause last time we were the only ones there. So I see a nice nap inbetween - so I can do two social things in one day.
So, on the subject of Valentine's Day, I was just talking to my sister and she asked what Tom and I were doing for V-Day. I said, "nothing." and then joked around that we have many days to celebrate our love, since we now celebrate our wedding monthaversaries. She said something like, "OK, you need to stop that." She was kidding but damn. I think having a time that's special (albeit silly, but that's kind of the point) that's not dictated by the greeting card industry is not something that needs to stop.
She is rather impatient with our shmoopy love. Ah, well.
Nora, I love your schmoopy love, so there.
Count me in with the schmoop lovin'.
Robin, I love your tag.
Nora, I'm thirding the love of your schmoop.
Embrace the schmoop!
I think all y'alls is just too damn productive. You're making me feel like the supremo slacker. All I have on my agenda is helping my daughter move her TV into the spare bedroom.
Now, what was I doing? Oh, making coffee. That's about the most important thing I'll do today.