I had nothing to do with the equation.
YOu were just the Blessed Vessel of Incubation, my dear. Be honored that you have been recognized beyond other women.
[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 had nothing to do with the equation.
YOu were just the Blessed Vessel of Incubation, my dear. Be honored that you have been recognized beyond other women.
I have a sudden desire to kiss my MiL, except it would probably annoy her. I'll give her a hug instead.
Damn. Was she implying that it might not be?
I don't think so. But with her, who knows?
YOu were just the Blessed Vessel of Incubation, my dear. Be honored that you have been recognized beyond other women.
Amen!
Say the word, Empress. I could swing by MI and stab her a bit if that would help.
Don't just flat out kill her or anything... just type her kidneys.
What? That could come in handy!
Aimee, is it likely she thinks you're closer than you feel you are?
It's possible. She said to me when we were there, "Stop treating me so politely - we're family!" Joe even said to her, "Mom, you won't like the alternative to polite." The woman spent 3 years actively trying to get Joe to dump me and then decided she loved me and doesn't understand why I don't trust that.
Crazymaking. My favorite bonding technique.
John, we'll keep you on standby.
t Keeps sharpening. Tries not to look too crazy
Tries not to look too crazy
Too late!
ION. Coke with lime? Ick.
Aimee, I'm speechless. You want to borrow my MIL for awhile? I never have any idea how to talk to her, but she's perfect at all the grandma stuff.