Zoe ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
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.
Though my Cardiac!Dad called me late on Saturday with last minute tickets to the Packer game in Green Bay, so he's in my favor right now.
In Yay!News, my sister comes home tomorrow from six weeks in Sweden.
You could have a stake in your fist for maximum impact, but then it becomes less about cardiac issues, I guess.