Plei, I have one container of chocolate fondue bath foam for you.
Rock!
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Plei, I have one container of chocolate fondue bath foam for you.
Rock!
I also have creme bruleé 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.
He didn't fully realize he was miniature.v
Mini Dobies never do. It's awfully cute.
Epic! Great hair!
Lilybean is sooooo cute, and JZ is soooo awesome with a bleach pen.
Hello!
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I've been having a sort-of baptism by fire here at work, but it's been very cool and fun and the people are very nice, and now it is almost the weekend which is my BIRTHDAY WEEKEND, so I'm very excited and my mother is here visiting, which drives me nuts, but I love her anyway. So.
Miss you guys!
eta: crap, Connie, i'm sorry. Many brackets to you.
((connie))
{{connie}} Coping with the big stuff makes the small stuff harder. The coping circuits get filled up or something.
Your old hair was pretty, but overwhelmed you. Your new hair looks great, but it's YOU that stands out, not the hair.
Yes, this exactly! (Not to be all self-aggrandizing) I was starting to feel like I was just carrying the hair around. Like the hair was pretty but wasn't doing anything for me. New, shorter length seems to make me look a little taller (and, just maybe, thinner) by sort of defining "Head" and "Torso", rather than just leaving it at "Big Lump Walking Around."
And by cute I mean foxy and well-coiffed. Not baby bunny like.
Hee! Thanks! (And I'm actually fine with being "cute." At my height [and weight], it's sometimes all I aspire to).
If I can talk the hospital into keeping Hubby in till Sunday, I can go to the concert with a light heart. Hubby's cat is giving me very evil glares, but that I can cope with.
Oh ... I was poking around in the Internet and found this site. No idea what they're like, but I thought the novelty fabrics were interesting.