I'm wearing pants.
Oops, gotta run, time to get on The Jungle Cruise.
'Hell Bound'
[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.
I'm wearing pants.
Oops, gotta run, time to get on The Jungle Cruise.
I'm wearing a bra and pj bottoms, which is pretty much my home uniform.
I'm wearing pants.
Marks date on calendar. Today, ND wore pants.
I am still in work clothes.
I'm wearing pants.
I invented pants.
I wear sarongs at home a lot. They are so comfortable. Actually, I walkaround naked more than I should, since I live on the 1st floor, and several of my shades are usually open, so sarongs are as close as I can get to naked without startling the passers-by.
I was in yoga pants and zipped hoodie but was drenched in sweat. Am now naked and getting into the shower. Further updates to follow.
Being naked and cooking pierogie is where the danger lies.
Cooking BACON.
Yeowch.
No one should ever be as entertaining as Trudes was there. I need to check and see if I am running out of time but a jaunt to Mexico sounds fun.
Oh, but SHE gets to go?