Mal ,'Shindig'
[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.
Oh, the Bath and Body Works I was looking for was any of the Chocolate Fondue stuff on close out.
Which store did you go to?
And Sparky is wise - if they really thought it was anything, they'd have called.
Yep, yep, yep. Just ignore the niggling little voice.
connie, all the ~ma I've got, plus what's in storage. Hope you don't mind a little dust.
Which store did you go to?
The one in Southcenter that's not actually in the mall. I think they still have two bottles of the essence left. It's got a nice drydown.
~ma to connie and DH.
The one in Southcenter that's not actually in the mall
I'm going to try and hit the Northgate one today or tomorrow. Any chocolate fondue stuff that *I* don't buy, I'll pick up for you.
They're right... they do. Although one of the worst things like that I ever read was in a Joseph Wambaugh novel... Detective Yamaguchi grew up in East L.A. so he spent his whole career as "The Chink-ano." Ew. I suspect I would be "Legs".
Hec - Gotta love those A's - they know how to make things exciting. Sweeping the White Sox going into the break...brilliant.
much -ma to connie and involved parties.
And coming late to the Chikat - totally a cyst camp.
It has to be a cyst, ChiKat.
So we need to get a new car. Which means we're out the downpayment we made three weeks ago, plus another downpayment, plus whatever of our loan Progressive won't cover -- we got every bit of coverage known to man except gap insurance -- plus whatever our insurance goes up, plus the traffic citation, plus whatever my driving lessons cost. I think we'll just be able to cover another down payment and August rent at the end of the month, especially if we don't plan on eating much next month.
I know I should just be glad no one was seriously hurt, but I just keep thinking that we're going to be out several thousand dollars, all because I was scared people would beep at me if I waited through the green light for the green arrow to make a left turn.
Can't. Stop. Beating. Self. Up.
My maiden last name was, despite being both phonetic and shared with a highway and a baseball player, completely impossible for anyone to either spell or pronounce.
My married name is easier (2 syllables, also a word in English), but still gets mangled. I end up being either Altar or Atler about half the time.