The judge isn't the boss of me!
Well, no, I don't want to disrespect the court. But come on, aren't they all there to impress me? Isn't it all about me?
Sigh. Oh, fine. But I won't like it.
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The judge isn't the boss of me!
Well, no, I don't want to disrespect the court. But come on, aren't they all there to impress me? Isn't it all about me?
Sigh. Oh, fine. But I won't like it.
There's a wide range of options in-between "slob" and wearing a suit.
I wore jeans every day of my jury duty, as did many of my fellow jurors. I did not look like a slob.
I wore jeans every day of my jury duty, as did many of my fellow jurors.
Yes? This is what I like to hear. I don't intend to wear stuff with holes in it or anything, I just want to wear my jeans.
Although in fact I probably won't, as security will just be easier not wearing a belt. I'm just childlike and sulky when it comes to dressing up.
Apparently, I'm the boss of Emily. According to our landlord, anyway.
I say she will wear work clothes. And that's that.
I offered slob as an extreme example.
We are considering skipping a tree this year. Between the financial strain and the new dog, the funds could find a better use. Somehow, I'm ok with this and I'm Christmas's bitch.
We are considering skipping a tree this year. Between the financial strain and the new dog, the funds could find a better use. Somehow, I'm ok with this and I'm Christmas's bitch.
One year friends of my Mom made one on the wall out of green paper. They decorated it with markers and stickers and stuff.
One year friends of my Mom made one on the wall out of green paper. They decorated it with markers and stickers and stuff.
I did that in college, except I drew a tree on white paper with a green marker. Then I taped christmas lights to it.
I finally gave up on a live tree a couple of years ago and bought a prelit tree. At the moment, however, for complicated reasons having to do with my mother's getting a new table, I have my great-grandparents' dining room table in my living room, so there's no room for a Christmas tree or, for that matter, any way to get into the living room. I have acquired new tacky lights for the yard, though.
It is currently 9°F here.
The bank sign on the next block keeps coming around with a temperature of -50° F.
I hope that's not a prediction, because the NWS says 3° F for tonight.