'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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'm not sure what the weather here is like. That would require having been outside yet today. Instead, I slept and slept and then slept some more. Got up to get package from UPS, and then someone called, and both times, I went back to sleep. Oy. Why do I want so much sleep? Madness!!
And now I'm like "I should do this and that and the other, but...I'm just gonna sit on the couch and read the internets, man...". So productive.
waiting, waiting, waiting, before we go to Blue Ginger! [link]
Damn, I'm hungry. I have picked out what I want, and what wines.
I'm a one now, if anyone cares.(On the Kinsey test)
Minor panic. I was in the kitchen fixing dinner. DH was watching Owen in the baby gate. DH came into kitchen to get a snack to ruin his dinner. He either didn't latch the gate or didn't close it completely because he walked back to the living room and said, "I can't find the baby."
A few moments of rushing around the not-very-large house didn't turn him up. On the ground floor. I ran up the stairs to find Owen happily pulling items out of my underwear drawer.
He climbed the whole damned set of stairs without our noticing! My mind can't even go to the place where he could have FALLEN DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS.
If anyone needs me, I'll be at Babies R Us buying more baby gates.
eek! I guess this is where the fun starts, Cashmere...
Yikes, Cashmere! And, go, Owen with the mad climbing skillz--but don't do that again for awhile, please!
Ooof, Cashmere. My heart goes out to you. I'm so glad he was still in your house, and unhurt. You poor thing.
Dear Owen,
Please dont scare your Mommy and Daddy to death, ever again.
Yeah, yeah. I know,
Auntie Cindy
Buy sleigh bells at a craft store, and tie them onto your baby gates (and door knobs to the outside). We did this after the Great Escape of '03.
Dear Owen,
Let me explain. No, no, it is too much. Let me sum up: DO NOT SCARE MOMMY AND DADDY LIKE THAT AGAIN (anytime soon).
Also, whatever you do, don’t ask Auntie Cindy’s son about door locks.
Narrator
Wow, Cashmere!
t feels glad to be living in a 1-storey house
Owen! Don't you be doing that!