I would protest but I just took a shower and tried to play Name that Bruise. And I lost.
Aww. Cass is a Bruisehound. I smell an intervention!
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
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I would protest but I just took a shower and tried to play Name that Bruise. And I lost.
Aww. Cass is a Bruisehound. I smell an intervention!
VW's fabric would make EXCELLENT diaper fabric. You'd have to waterproof it, sure, but man, it's cute. Also, picture that print on an adult sundress.
I would protest but I just took a shower and tried to play Name that Bruise. And I lost.
If the bruises in question are on you and you do remember where they all came from, if the answer is not "teh hott sex like they do it in fanfic", you still lose, anyway.
The last time I had mondo unaccounted-for bruises, it turned out to be a potassium deficiency.
Thanks, guys. I'm pretty sure I'll do OK on this exam. It's just that little part of my brain that thinks I won't that keeps making me freak out.
Its such a huge spicy brain, Hil -- some little part of it was bound to be troublesome.
Aww. Cass is a Bruisehound. I smell an intervention!
And what? We show up at her house, tell her we love her and she needs help, and then goons hold her down while we tape foam rubber to any hard angles or protrusions?
Hampster ball for Cass! Padded hampster ball!
And, as predicted, the boy was posted after I had to leave. *sulk*
I'm having a homemade cheeseburger right now, which I'm trying to convince myself is just as good as the fries I could smell wafting across the street from Nation's when I got out of my appointment.
Hemp diapers sound cool although I'm surprised they're soft.
I need to do more work but my neck and back are hurting so bad I believe I'm going to take another late nap.
Corsets and make-up and fishnets! Oh my! Just the kind of conversation I wanted to read after packing up all my books.
I'm on the phone with Cass, told her Abi just got her good
Cass: tell me! tell me!
Trudy: you'll have to wait and read it, watch it unfold
Cass: I'm walking to my house RIGHT NOW
Trudy: carefully I hope
And what? We show up at her house, tell her we love her and she needs help, and then goons hold her down while we tape foam rubber to any hard angles or protrusions?I have lots of bubble wrap left over from my move.