sj, that's a cool stepdad you've got.
He really can be. We don't always get along very well, and he drives me completely batty sometimes. However, he really is a good and generous guy at heart.
[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.
sj, that's a cool stepdad you've got.
He really can be. We don't always get along very well, and he drives me completely batty sometimes. However, he really is a good and generous guy at heart.
sj, that really was a sweet thing to do. There's obviously a good reason your ma chose him--regardless of the batty.
I didn't start talking until I was 2 1/2. I could say "mama" and "dada" and not much else, and then at 2 1/2, suddenly started talking in complete sentences. Skipped all the steps on the language development charts completely.
My folks insist I was well past three before they heard me speak. They never worried because they saw me speaking to my twin, and she would convey my wishes (Hopefully they were mine. They could have just been hers, though).
Oops. I forgot to go dancing.
My baby sister didn't really talk until she was almost four. She babbled to me, and I could translate, but parents were much worried. Especially since I had talked early and often. Then, all of a sudden, Baby Sis hit that magical developmental point and she was ready to talk. She hasn't shut up much since then, so I kinda miss the peace n'quiet.
t ::newsticker::
We interrupt Bitches to bring this latest update from "Bridezilla - Save Me From The Spa Day News
Talked to B. Told her I couldn't justify spending a weekend at that spa when we were just scrounging for grocery money. She said she understood, but A) not a weekend - just a few hours. and B) that my service was my birthday present since that's what we do for each other every year, anyway. She also said that she gave T the reins for the shower cause she didn't want me to spend a bunch of money throwing the shower.
I caved and offered my minivan as transpo.
I also called dibs on her bachlorette party which is going to be gaudy and obnoxious and in terribly bad taste. 5 foot inflatable penis and a huge stuffed bra.
She said cool, we both cried, it was great.
Eeeexcellent. Glad to hear it, Aims.
(can I call you Goals?)
Sure.
Why?
Aims = Goals. Just a dumb little thing that I'll totally have forgotten about by the next time I talk to you.
Awesome
I am watching Queer Eye for the Straight Guy with the Red Sox players. Johnny Damon is on tv in his underwear. Yay!