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[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.
Rice, macaroni, 2 kinds of noodles, lentils, chickpeas and crispy fried onions, served with a tomato sauce and chili and/or garlic according to one's taste.
It couldn't be starchier. Well, short of being stuffed into a bun and served with fries.
Fay, you should be able to fund the next F2F single-handedly out of the money you get from McDonalds' international leadership for the McKoshary concept.
ewwww... Jilli don't read the whitefont.
I am used to spiders. we get a lot of the long legged ones around here. but a big fat hairy black and yellow oe that fell off of me... ewww
still shuddering
Changed clothes( found 10 dollars in my jeans) , rechecked the chair I had been sitting in and I feel better. But since I found $$_ I think I should go out to breakfast and then the store so I fool the Spiders into thinking I've left.
Yay! Talked to my dad a bit ago. I'm gonna make Mother's Day dinner for mom. I'm so excited!
Must get cleaning!
Cass, I need this for my next tag, pretty please?Heh. Of course.
Fay, that sounds like carb-y heaven.
Yay on Mother's Day dinner-age, vw!
I was reading the girly bits last night and realizing I was off the Bitch Cycle. Til I joined last night and suddenly the ooogy feeling all day and some of the emotional meltdowns made a lot more sense.
The cat and dog are currently sharing the papasan. This like *never* happens.
Ah, the bliss of them "getting along."
It's so quiet in here today. I'm gonna have to go do work or something.
Don't make me!
Don't make me!Mom of Cass is reading me bits and pieces of news stories. Not the whole thing, just bits and it is easier for me to smile and nod than to keep asking for context. And nouns.
Should I go make toast and smash some avocado on it?
Yay Mother's Day dinner! I need to think of something nice to do for my mom.
beth, I hope the rest of your day is like the finding of the $$ and not the other thing.
I'm guessing that not being able to sleep last night and waking up with a headache (first I dreamt that I woke up with a headace - I stumbled down to Luke's diner and asked him if he'd dragged me out drinking without waking me up because I felt like I was hungover. Then when I actually woke up, still had the headache. Ick) are PMS related. Note to Communists - you don't have to soften me up with air strikes before you invade, I'm not putting up any resistance.
Just say Yes to toast!
I think I will have some toast, though no avocado.