So, today is "take care of the little things that I've let slide" day, and I just took care of something that could have been absolutely, totally and completely disastrous if I'd lost it (I can't even say what it was, 'cause I think you all would kill me for letting it slide like this). But I didn't. It's all ok. All is well. I am so very, very relieved.
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.
Good for you, vw! It is so hard to take care of those things we let slide by when we just can't deal.
Wilson is an oncologist. I run about about an equal chance of getting Happy Fun Drugs or something that pushes me into early menopause and makes me grow hair on my face. Best to step aside gracefully. So to speak. But he could still look at my funbags. I've got my "Bite Me" t-shirt on today... he'd like that. Even if it has a graphic of a female vampire mouth on it.
I've got my "Bite Me" t-shirt on today... he'd like that. Even if it has a graphic of a female vampire mouth on it.
Even?!?
He'd probably like that too. Especially if I told him I wore it to visit my dad and stepmonster once...therefore there are family photos that actually say "Bite me!" Issues? Me? Nah.
I might have to buy this: [link]
That was my second favorite, Aimee!
Ok - at work - I just uttered the sentence "Dick's too big, will have to deal with that later" and my contract manager said "Handle Dick however you want".
t DIES laughing
Fabulous T Shirt, Erika.
Apropos of nothing, my friend who's off back to the UK next week has handed her class of Year 1 children over to a new teacher who rejoices in the name of Monserrat DeVille. She's told the children to call her Mrs Monser. Naturally all of them are hearing and pronouncing it as Mrs Monster.
Mrs Monster DeVille.
Best. Name. Evah.