Want the slippers! Just got others, and I have stoopid big feet so they probably wouldn't work, but want!
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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.
K-bug is now minus her wisdom teeth. She is on the couch being a pitiful child, as one would expect.
I wish I had a magic wand - there is so much good I could do with the power. I promise I wouldn't even hex Katie's ex-bosses (much).
Jilli! Did you know that in The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy xmas special Santa gets bit by a vampire and sleeps in a gingerbread coffin?!
Oooooh! Okay, I need to see that.
ita! Those slippers! Ohmygoodness, I need them.
Katerina Bee, your former employers are CRAZY. I think small claims court or going to the local news are both good plans.
I have been skippy-skimmy girl lately (when I'm even here, that is), so I'm just going to assume that everyone needs hugs, and I will be giving The Universe a good talking to about the way things have been going lately.
Oh good lord, another double-post. grrr!
K-bug is now minus her wisdom teeth. She is on the couch being a pitiful child, as one would expect.
Upper or lower or both?
Lower are worse, 'cuz you have to rinse out the sockets.
Laura: Too right there. Sparky1: Me too! Jessica: Me boggled, yup. Strega: You are entirely right. Fred Pete: Verily, egad. I think I left my jaw back in last week. Meara: AND bizarrely hostile. Sail: You’re hired to implement your evil Plan of Doom. Libkitty: Agreed, that one won’t be satisfied with anything. DavidS: and then we’ll do your evil boss. Trudy: Bwah. D’ya think this is somehow Tom’s fault??? I need focus for my blame! MG: Just a little bit of crapulence should be enough, I think.
The thing about bosses who expect mindreading as a basic skill is that they have this happy little fantasy where the help is getting stuff done and they don’t have to do anything tedious like saying what they want. What they don’t imagine: people like me would read their nasty little minds, find all the dirt, and then sit them down for a nice long uncomfortable session about what it will to take to keep the tale of the unreported commission from the IRS, the shenanigans from the wife, etc.
Off to try out that Triple Garlic Chicken Soup, served with buttered rolls. Back tomorrow, for yea, verily, I am free from web traffic monitoring software and looking for entertainment and cromulence.
All 4 have been yanked. They have a pressure bandage on her head, she is pitifully adorable, not that she would agree with you. Apparently her tongue is still numb and it is bugging her.
Ack! Poor thing!
Oh, I remember the rubber tongue. And lips! Don't let her try to eat anything for hours and hours or she will chew them right off without knowing it.
Poor K-Bug. Please give her my sympathies.