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Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
If both of them make me offers, I honestly don't know what I will do. Besides laugh a trifle hysterically, that is.
Slather their prettiest HR reps with melted chocolate, sprinkle them with candied violet petals, and tell them to duke it out while you sit in one of those tennis-ref elevated chairs with a little parasol. Then laugh a trifle hysterically.
My usually comfiest bra has developed an aggressively bloodthirsty underwire. This takes me down to two bras that aren't crap and one that's kind of okay if I squint and don't breathe too deep. Curses.
Reading Bitches the last few years, I'm of the opinion there should be someone to whom women can take a favorite old bra in for a refurb or repair.
Sort of like a cobbler of corsets and other undergarments.
ARGH. SO freaking annoyed.
So my friend says "a friend is having her birthday party at the CC Ballroom, there's a swing dance lesson at 8:30 and then dancing to a band at 9, me and my gf and her friend are going, wanna go?". And I think "great fun! people, adn a lesson, so I know what I"m doing (at least teh basic)" She's going to pick me up.
I talk to another friend, who is all "Oh, I was hoping you could come with me to pick up (HOTT girl from out of town), and then we're going out". Reluctantly I say I can't, becuase I already promised to swing dance (and hey, swing dancing!)
As of 8:15 (edit: note that it'll take at least 20 minutes to GET there, never mind parking), my friend was like "I'm just leaving the barber shop, and walking home". AND, come to find out (when I call her gf) that the gf and other friend aren't coming.
I'm so freakin' annoyed. If I don't have any idea what I"m doing, and don't know anyone but my friend (WHO WON"T DANCE), this is NOT FUN, and I COULD"VE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH A HOT CANADIAN.
And my friend doesn't seem to get why I'm pissed. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
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Hi all! {{all that want em}}
Don't actually have time to stop by. I'm having a group of 13/14 yo boys here tomorrow and I need to clear the debris field that doubles as my home. Yesterday was the 14th anniversary of my motherhood and celebrations are ongoing. We had a quick dinner yesterday because we had basketball and soccer practice. I asked him what he wanted to do and he wanted to have a group of friends over to the house tomorrow for games and pizza. So be it.
I'm taping SciFi and watching it out of the corner of my eye as I buzz around doing stuff. I'll hole up in a corner and watch it tomorrow while the boys play.
Yay juliana!!!
So what's new?
x-post Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I get why you're pissed meara. Sorry your fun Friday is not going as planned.
Congratulations on the job, Juliana. That is wonderful news.
I´ve got one week left here in Xela, and man, I can almost feel the plane beneath my feet. It´s weird--this is the first time ever in travelling that I've actually wanted to come back when I was scheduled.
Susie wondered why she was such a wallflower at the Gay Cowpokes Dance.
I can't believe that boots so ugly could cost so much.
Reading Bitches the last few years, I'm of the opinion there should be someone to whom women can take a favorite old bra in for a refurb or repair.This would be the best service ever. Damn I hate when beloved bras disintegrate or attack with underwires.
Went to IKEA, have acquired a mess of candles. Pretty flickering lights and nummy warmth. I just counted - 64 of 'em. 22 just in my room. Happy.