Dark and comforting, yes!
I think that 84% one had a sign that said, "This is the equivalent of grinding up cacao beans into a fine powder and snorting it."
[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.
Dark and comforting, yes!
I think that 84% one had a sign that said, "This is the equivalent of grinding up cacao beans into a fine powder and snorting it."
Oh, and sadly, Lily's funniest expressions will never be captured on film, on account of them involving that whole Hunt for the Wild Boobie thing. She growls. I made her so she growls.
I'm so proud.
Also, that whole loss of neck control when confronted by a bosom appears to be genetic.
Okay, here's my haircut befores and afters (sorry Hec, only went to shoulder-length). Of course, on looking through the afters, it seems as though the only ones in which I actually look attractive must be the ones that my friend took on her camera. Must look into that...
Anyway, here ya go.
eta: Bleech, sounds like a PITA, Plei. I'm glad you have the fruit of the cacao to comfort you.
Also, that whole loss of neck control when confronted by a bosom appears to be genetic.
That was the weirdest part of keeping her entertained while you were attacking the garden. There she was, happy in the babycarrier as we wandered around the house, and then suddenly she faceplanted into my chest. And then looked at me with a very indignant expression of "These are not the correct bosoms. They are not doing what I expect. I am not pleased."
(Plei, I have one container of chocolate fondue bath foam for you.)
Your old hair was pretty, but overwhelmed you. Your new hair looks great, but it's YOU that stands out, not the hair. The cut is excellent.
You look really cute in the styled and trimmed picture, and with your friend. Damn, your hair was long in the Before!
Plei, I have one container of chocolate fondue bath foam for you.
Rock!
I also have creme bruleƩ and sugar wafer body wash, because I need more bath products to make me smell like a dessert.
And by cute I mean foxy and well-coiffed. Not baby bunny like.
I have always considered myself tough and competent. With Hubby in the hospital, I'm discovering that's not as true as I thought. Unexpected things happen, and I find myself dithering and wanting to hide. I hadn't realized how much I hide behind Hubby. He's my psychic big gun, and without him to snuggle against or touch base with, I keep catching myself unable to think. Hell, it took me fifteen minutes to come up with something to eat last night, and I'd planned that out two days ago. It might be the combination of Hubby out of reach and losing my home in the very near future. In any case, I don't like it and I want it to stop.