Glory ,'Potential'
[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.
So, there's a downside of going to bed at 8pm. Apparently, you're up again at 5am. Oh, well. I can nap today.
The party yesterday was fantastic. So nice to see everyone and hang out.
billytea, you'll be in my thoughts today. I hope you have a good day. And that sounds like a lovely e-mail that you sent to Bec.
Raq, that sucks about the DSL. Hope it won't make you a stranger around here. And such cutie pictures of Mal!
Morning vw. I can't decide if I should get up now, or try to get two more hours of sleep. I'm leaning towards the latter.
I'm leaning towards the latter as well. Unfortunately my athsma has different plans.
Sorry to hear that. Which reminds me, how's Mr. Toto feeling these days?
bad asthsma . I have the same hamster in my head that was in my head yesterday- what shall I do I need to do to the garden and what is the plan to accomplish it before the wedding. and DH wants to pain the bathroom before then as well. Now it all seems like fun, but since there is less than a month to go and two weekends are booked....eek is my poor brain. ( for those not takeing notes we are haveing friends get married in our backyard over labor day. The reception will be elsewhere, but there still seems to be a lot to do.)
I forgot - baby pictures - a good antidote to the hamster
She also may have bewitched and bedazzled my cutie pie (but married) neighbor.
Really? How'd I do that?
I'm mostly funnin' - just 'cause of your supa sexay-ness... it bedazzles me every time we hang out... I assume it bedazzled the neighbor!
I'm tired. I want a bigger kitchen.
Anyone awake? I did Something Bad to my left knee last night, and now it hurts to put weight on it to the point where I can barely walk. So I need make-the-icepack-and-iburprofen-work-well-enough-to-limp-to-the-doctor-ma, if anyone's around.
(PS, OWOWOWOWOW)
Ouch. I hope your knee holds up to get you to the doctor.
Damn, Jess. As if the blisters weren't inhibiting your ability to walk enough. Yeesh!
Make-the-icepack-and-iburprofen-work-well-enough-to-limp-to-the-doctor ~ma!!
Happy Birthday, Katie Bee! And belated wishes to Robin, since I'm lame.
Hey vw, did you go back to sleep? You okay? I get a little nervous when you post about your asthma and then disappear.