I can top this. Stone-sober this morning, I'm listening to the minister talk about "people of conscience working together" and it took everything I had not to burst out with "What can't we face when we're together?" and etc. from OMWF. I believe the Senator might have abandoned us had I gone for it, considering the bunnies.
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[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.
it took everything I had not to burst out with "What can't we face when we're together?" and etc. from OMWF
Erika is a kindred spirit.
Perkins, I've left Ashton home alone for a few days at a time. As long as your kitties don't require daily doses of meds and you can pick up an automatic cat feeder like this, you should be fine.
I love that song.
The Lily is beautiful. I love that picture of her with her tongue out.
The new Tep 'do is striking, and, though it may be the glassy eyes from the cold, I thought the eyes in the face forward picture were quite striking as well.
Anne insent.
...and I'm heading for bed. Before midnight! Let's see if I actually sleep.
If that doesn't prove I'm a. Not completely craxy. and b. Not completely lacking in propriety... I have reverence...I have reverence coming out of my bottom! And that is even better than the time I went through an entire demonstration with "Space Cowboy" stuck in my head..
Happy Birthday, Hec! (Hey, there's still another hour and some to go here, it's valid.)
I bought a digital camera today. And I colored my hair (medium auburn.) I'm hoping to pick up a package tomorrow with my tiara in it. Then, there will be pictures.
That would be a good idea, Nicole.
I had no songs stuck in my head at all today, but that didn't stop me from admiring my boss's legs while he was having a department meeting. I don't need no stinking reverence. I just need pretty legs.
You were feeling it, dude. You got it. How many people were sitting there hearing an adult from Charlie Brown talking, all "Waa waa waah."
And with that, I should probably stop talking and go to bed before I embarrass myself.
Any interesting drink ideas to use up the rest of the vodka or gin should be forwarded to Lilty the Singing Lush Who is Hair, and her Giggling Roomate.
ETA: Shite, I thought it but never typed it. Happy Birthday, Hec! (Four minutes East Coast to spare. Whew.)
Perkins, we've left them alone for the long weekend before. The only reason we didn't last time we went to SF was because Mo needed meds.