Did you love it or what?!
So much I can't even say.
'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.
Did you love it or what?!
So much I can't even say.
Should I buy this bag right now? [link]
Aw, damn. I thought it would save the one I "built." I want one with silver on each side and pink in the middle.
So much I can't even say.
Yay! I knew you would. Did you find a babysitter ok?
So, on my evilness...I just wrote an RFP for family members to fill out if they want to make a proposal for our next family reunion. I'm making this so much work for them that I highly doubt anyone else is going to want to approach the planning. Hee!
As somebody has spent most of the last few days wanting to whine: "But I'm smarter. and funnier, and I read fucking Infinite Jest for you...what's wrong with me? Okay, besides that." I have nothing to say about anyone's coping skills. And I still hate myself, too.
Did you find a babysitter ok?
We did, we did. Drew introduced us to a really cool gal and she came and sat on the baby.
Oh, Cashmere. Good for you for calling 911.
Susan - do you still have the resume you did for me awhile back?
Will you have time to vote tomorrow, Steph?
You betcha.
I just wrote an RFP for family members to fill out if they want to make a proposal for our next family reunion.
It would be more evil to write an RPF for family members.
Monday has not started well.
Couldn't sleep last night.
Was gronked and fuzzy.
Ate oatmeal.
Went to a production meeting.
Lost oatmeal.
Hello Mr. Migraine.