GO SOFTBAL GIRL!!!!
Like we weren't aren't hearing the Cartman of South Park voice...
t la la la la Ican'thearyou
Stick the divorce papers in an envelope and send them to the boy, silly.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
GO SOFTBAL GIRL!!!!
Like we weren't aren't hearing the Cartman of South Park voice...
t la la la la Ican'thearyou
Stick the divorce papers in an envelope and send them to the boy, silly.
Aw, feel better Tep! Points to the boy for coming over and rubbing your feet, but minus a few for not listening to you when you said you didn't want him to.
Stick the divorce papers in an envelope and send them to the boy, silly.Oh sure... Send me to the Dread Post Office. My mental breakdown will be on your head.
Are there no stamps and mail boxes in your world?
Sure there are. However divorce paperwork is really heavy and cumbersome and needs specialty postage. I don't know how to guess what that will be. Thus? Dread Post Office Roberts.
hell, just stick on a bunch of stamps. bunches.
Eh. I will ask him if he even wants them next time we talk. He's declined some other massive paperwork so I might just end up shredding it.
Nephlet is coming down to spend the night after my Day of Memorials. So is my mom. Between the paper overload and the people overload, days of driving are looking peaceful. So long as the cats don't howl the whole way.
I have dinner and a glass of wine. I might pass out from the joy.
Neph nuggling doesn't count as people!
I should write him his own verse.
Wait, what does he call your Mom?
No idea. I don't put them together much at all.
And anything bigger than a cat and with a pulse counts as people. I might like him but I still go nuts with the Too Much People when he's around. Faster than usual cause he's nine and, well, he's nine. So it is terribly rough. Even if I adore him beyond words.
Well nuts.