Ugh. This day's over, right? I can go to bed, right?
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[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.
SPANX ARE YOUR FRIEND!!!
Not mine! For whatever reason, I have yet to meet shapewear (non-corset) that agrees with me.
Ms. Bug you may go to bed any time you are ready. This day is history.
Oh, thank god!
So much for the "End" of the Tropical Storm Season.... Epsilon is alive and well in the middle Atlantic.
I have made mushroom soup. I didn't that know I could.
Yum. Mushroom soup! There's this Polish restaurant I like that serves mushroom sauce over mashed potatoes. So good you can think about skipping the sausage, if you're in a mind to watch calories.
Cassie, can you hop on an IM?
The soup is really very good. Wish I remembered how I made it. I know there were mushrooms, chicken stock and milk involved but it would stand to reason that it was more complicated than that.
Online for the moment.
Holy crap I killed the thread. Huh.
I am writing (and by "writing" I obviously mean "obsessively thinking about without ever committing word to page or screen") one of those* emails tonight.
- The ones where you might be all grown up and adult and everything but you still feel the need to explain every single thing to your parents and friends. Where you have made a decision and then quaver at having to tell people. Because what if they don't get it or don't approve. One of those.