Willow ,'Sleeper'
[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.
I'm pictuing you at one podium and I don't know what at the otherProbably some Gerber daisies.
We're at the assend of a lot of the daintier flowers and I'm not as good at arranging the more fall-ish stuff so the options are a little more limited than in spring and summer.
Besides, Gerbers are tricksey.
Development of mathematics in India, focusing on the development of zero at the end of the Jaina period and Brahmagupta and Bhaskara II between 400 and 1200.
I am NOT hung over, but I am possibly still buzzed as I still cannot typer for shit and random things are making me giggle.
But then my mother won't even get a Pap and she's already had uterine cancer... She's too wuwu for me on this one. I say live right and believe good things but get the damn tests too.
WHAT is the possible wuwu for not getting papsmears? jeezus. Don't let MY mother hear it for fuck's sake.
Trudy, are you hungover after your booze-soaked evening last night?Oh, yes. I want to know this. It will let me know if I should go for the sympathy or the giggling at your postings...
I'm at the don't want to shower phase of the morning. Still at that phase, I should say.
I am NOT hung over, but I am possibly still buzzed as I still cannot typer for shit and random things are making me giggle.
Entirely possible -- after booze-soaked evenings, I often tend to be still buzzed/drunk when I wake up. (As, for instance, the first F2F.)
Besides, Gerbers are tricksey.
I'm a daisy! I'm baby food! Daisy! Baby Food! muuuhhh ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaa t swoops cloak
after booze-soaked evenings, I often tend to be still buzzed/drunk when I wake up. (As, for instance, the first F2F.)
Teppy's boozination at the first F2F is the stuff of legend. Perhaps there should be an entry in the FAQ....
(As, for instance, the first F2F.)
Ah, I remmeber it well.
My family is chock a block with alcoholics. For years I wouldn't drink to excess and had strict rules about when I would drink at all. In my thirties a dear dear friend of mine who is actually an alcoholic in recovery told me to just relax -- I'm clearly not an alcoholic and I'm statistically safe from becoming one at this point (well, until I am in my seventies).
It appears, however, that suffer from mint julep specific alcoholism.
I'm a daisy! I'm baby food! Daisy! Baby Food! muuuhhh ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaI'm thinking still drunk...
The wuwu behind girlie cancers is that they are tied up in bad relationships or bad feelings about sex. She had that bad marriage thing after my dad, got cancer, chopped out the uterus, chopped him out of her life - ergo, no reason to do paps or mammograms.
We're dealing with a whole round of after effects of Owen's flu shot.
Whew, I'm glad Flea had some idea of what's going on, as I had no clue.
My pumpkins are at the end of week 2 of their "stupid" cold (Kara's words... probably gotten from her mother).
I do not want to write Emily's or Kristin's papers.
I want Cass' farmers market. I am so jealous of the Sunday-flower-getting posters. (Am looking squinty-eyed at Betsy, too.)