Ilona Costa Bianchi ,'The Girl in Question'
[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.
Love Fay's profile.
No cake ever again would be a hard prospect to look down the barrel of. Not even something cake like sweetened with fruit juice?
I have an iron. My husband occasionally uses it. I honestly don't think I ever have. Partially because I don't have an ironing board, but mostly because I don't like to iron. much more than I don't like wrinkles.
t hides iron, pressing cloth, and spray starch behind back
Yeah! Ironing bad!
If you iron, Aimee, I admire you. There's nothing wrong with ironing and I love crisply ironed things.
But, I am lazy. Beyond lazy. Therefore, no ironing.
What ChiKat said. I'm not proud of my not ironing. It's just there.
Aimee keeps a very neat house. She's sort of like a bawdy, profane Heloise.
I have no philosophical stance against ironing, unless you're talking about ironing boxer shorts or jeans. I'm just incompetent.
I love crisply ironed everything. I just don't like to do it, and am only fair to middling about it. Although what I first said originally holds. I'd rather have a perfect cake than a pressed anything. That's truth and I won't deny it.
Aimee keeps a very neat house. She's sort of like a bawdy, profane Heloise.
Hee! Thanks, I like that a lot. I'ma steal it.
Wahhh! I still feel like utter crap. My throat hurts so much and is so swollen that swallowing gives me a coughing fit, and trying to swallow more than once nearly makes me pass out. This is NOT HAPPY. And that's after trying tylenol, gargling, soup (had about three sips), and starting the penicillin. And I'm all weak and wobbly, partly from the sick and partly from the lack of eating/drinking.
Now to go play catchup...
Aimee keeps a very neat house. She's sort of like a bawdy, profane Heloise.
And I thought she couldn't get any sexier.
I LOVE crisply ironed shirts. But those come from the cleaners. I'd probably love for someone to put my sheets out on a clothesline and then iron them so they are sweet smelling and unwrinkled but I'm afraid that just isn't going to happen.