That's a great letter, Aimee. I hope you win. The only problem I see with you winning is that you are already too pretty to need a makeover.
::blush - in the completely wrong color:: :)
Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'
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That's a great letter, Aimee. I hope you win. The only problem I see with you winning is that you are already too pretty to need a makeover.
::blush - in the completely wrong color:: :)
Good luck, Aimee. You deserve to feel as lovely as you are.
It seems I have bronchitis. Bleh. Interestingly, the doctor not only looked like Brendan Frasier (only with dark hair), he sounded like him. In manner and cheerfulness, much more "Blast from the Past" than "The Mummy". Yet he was not afraid to bring out the big guns - Zithromax and WooHoo! Robitussin with Codeine.
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Milk. My weirdest squick. I have lived here my whole life and nobody's that excited to see me, J. But I'm not exciting, unless you wanna talk spatter patterns.
I think post-partum makeovers should be a routine part of childbearing and covered by insurance. Drat it.
Also, I want [link] or [link] or [link] or [link]
(I only looked at "reasonable" homes in terms of price. Or else the list would be way longer.)
Shit, Portland has house #3 and it's closer to Godzilla?! Man, I gotta get over this whole wrong ocean thing.
The ocean is on the wrong side!
Face the other direction, DUH!
And Aims is always teh pretty.
Except when she gets decked out for office parties, then she is teh HOTT.
I'd love house #4. I'd like any one of them, but #4 especially.
I think post-partum makeovers should be a routine part of childbearing and covered by insurance. Drat it.
It would probably cost the insurance companies less than anti-Ds.
oh, argh. I am doing something at work that makes me feel not very smart. Stupid brain. Also, Stupid FileMaker.
I just fished out (again) from underneath the entertainment center 5 or 6 catnip mini-mice. I tossed each one onto a nearby carpet scrap.
All the time I was doing this Sammi had this incredulous cat look on her face.
She either couldn't believe her good fortune or she wanted to tell me "Dude! You're the best mouser, ever!"
Maybe it was "Mine! Mine! Mine! Harve-No! Mine! Ahahahaha! all mine!"