Awww, Allyson, why ya gotta whack at your bangs when you're distraught?
Fortunately you look good with Betty Page bangs.
[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.
Awww, Allyson, why ya gotta whack at your bangs when you're distraught?
Fortunately you look good with Betty Page bangs.
Speaking as a former teacher, group projects are... but even that frustration can be educational.
Yeah, I didn't need a teacher to tell me that my classmates didn't like me. And I certainly didn't need my Social Studies grade to reflect that fact. And I most deffinately never needed to build a Lincoln's Memorial out of sugar cubes.
I understand the intent, but I suspect there are non-gpa reflective ways to teach the same sorts of things.
I've learned to NEVER. TOUCH. MY. BANGS. It only ends in tears.
{{{{Gloomcookie}}}}
The cupcakes went over very well at the punkymoms playdate today. As did Owen's "They Shake Me" t-shirt.
I'm tired and DH is probably in Chicago by now. Enjoying a free cocktail reception by the Casualty Actuarial Society. And he'll be sleeping in a Westin bed tonight. The bastard. *sigh* It's all for the job. He's promised me unlimited foot rubs when he gets back home.
I've learned to NEVER. TOUCH. MY. BANGS. It only ends in tears.
I'm actually quite good (or, at least, not cringe-inducing) at trimming my bangs. Though I try not to, b/c my stylist is better, obviously.
I have to go attack the sentient bathroom mold with bleach, and I don't wanna. The sentient mold scares me.
I'm actually quite good (or, at least, not cringe-inducing) at trimming my bangs. Though I try not to, b/c my stylist is better, obviously.
I don't think I have sharp enough scissors.
If we don't hear from you before bedtime. Steph, shall we send a rescue party?
If we don't hear from you before bedtime. Steph, shall we send a rescue party?
Send them with torches. I think the sentient mold fears open flame.
Now stop right there, missy. You are not, I repeat NOT, to clean your bathroom by means of arson!
Why not?
Is it bad form to lay money on the sentient mold?
(Backdraft style- whoosh)
"What are you doing in there?"
"Cleaning."
My mother would think I'm trying to get Tommy Gavin.