Yeah - we heard a funny scuffle in the back yard, so he went to investigate - 5 ducks swooped out of the sky down at him, honking. It was hillarious.
'Beneath You'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
The plastic surgeon is a Boca Raton big lips and boobs guy. I never would have picked him but I met him by chance in the hallway of another doctor's office and he was great with Bobby. I checked later to see if he was on my insurance and he was. I emailed his office and told them I had met him in the hallway and asked if I needed to make an appointment for a consultation. The office person wrote back that he remembered us and we could just schedule the procedure.
I'm sure he'll do a good job and Bobby is very excited to have it gone. He told me it was actually a type of mole. The nurse didn't know that either.
I think I shall pour a glass of wine and watch General Hospital on SoapNet.
CJ just got dive bombed by 5 ducks.
So JZ can eat them!
I think I shall pour a glass of wine and watch General Hospital on SoapNet.Today was full of Robert Scorpio goodness. Fluffy, fluffy old-fashioned fun.
Oh goody! I've been watching GH more recently than I have in years. Mmmm junk food tv.
sj, I like the cut and the color both.
Cash looks fantastic, too.
I was going to dye my hair before prom this weekend, cause the red was looking faded, but I was NOT wanting to do the whole dye job, so I got L'Oreal's remp color mousse (which I have used before, in between dye jobs). It's so great for pre-Roots of Death. And the Red Pulse color gives a really great superred crimson. And it's cheap, and helps my hair recover between perm dye jobs.
there are men of various ages in my kitchen . One of them is a high school student that is makeing chiken cordon bleu for his school. I got home and realized that there was no way I was going to get food - and so I changed and walked to the local mexican place. Luckily, I was not attacked by ducks. sadly, I was not attacked by the hair color fairy either.
I miss Mexican food.
Also I just realized I have less than twenty minutes to go get milk. Damn. This is going to require pants. And getting up. Neither of which sound appealing. But I need milk if I want coffee in the morning. It's like Sophie's Choice.
Beth, why doesn't that mean you get Chicken Cordon Bleu?