I'm probably making Tacos for dinner.
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I'm probably making Tacos for dinner.
The Empress finds this therapudic.
The graphic would be of a stick figure of a girl shaking her fist, standing over a stick figure with a prominent heart that has a frowny face on it.
Bwah!
We're having leftover ham and homemade macaroni and cheese. At least, according to Stephen, who does the cooking.
If I were cooking we'd be ordering pizza because a) I don't cook that well, and b) I'm having a major pizza jones.
The Empress finds this therapudic.
It's the eating of Tacos I find therpudic. (theraputic?)
My dad is a hypochondriac. Sometimes, I wish he'd miss a symptom. Seriously. Not that I'm not feeling for DOCD.
My dad is a hypochondriac. Sometimes, I wish he'd miss a symptom. Seriously. Not that I'm not feeling for DOCD.
My Dad had a double bypass without telling me. grrrrrr
Really, no matter what they do they're damned exhausting, aren't they?
therapeutic
There could be T-shirts. Daughters of Cardiac Dads!
The graphic would be of a stick figure of a girl shaking her fist, standing over a stick figure with a prominent heart that has a frowny face on it.
Hee. Sign me up for one.
I could use a shirt like that.
Now I want tacos I can have delivered.
VW, thank you! And you sure can!
It goes well with fish, chicken, and large spoons.