I can top this. Don't even need the hormones to do it. I secretly believe every time people don't call me back it's cause they don't have the stones to tell me I'm boring and/or a jerk.
Willow ,'Get It Done'
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.
I secretly believe every time people don't call me back it's cause they don't have the stones to tell me I'm boring and/or a jerk.
Okay, this? This is crazy talk. Just so you know. Because it's not remotely true.
I know. But is it my first thought a lot anyway? Yes.
it's mostly "I wish my hair was as shiny as Anne's!"I really wish mine were. Anne has fabulous hair.
Dinner was num. Made a champagne sauce (cause I wanted to open the bottle) for some grilled salmon and pattypan squashes. One of the squashes committed suicide in the microwave and barfed its squash-y guts up. Mom of Cass washed up. Such the nice mommy. Ima have another glass of champagne, some strawberries and sour cream and then pass out on my amazingly stable bed. It's fabulous.
I have beer!
Plei, got my Alima samples. In sampley goodness heaven. I shall try the treats tomorrow.
Whoot BEER!
I have beer and the Rent soundtrack. I happy girl.
Yay, Cass! Makeupy goodness!
I have a sleeping baby and a laptop. That's kind of like having beer, right?
It is! In Mommy World, anything plus sleeping baby = same thing as a beer.