Happy Birthday, Karl!!!
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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.
Happy Birthday, Karl!
Happy Birthday Karl! And a big smooch when I see you. (well, that was happening even if it wasn't your birthday)
~ma for your brother Spidra. It must be so hard on the families of those in harm's way.
I foolishly measured myself. There is about a 5" spread between the bust waist hip measurements. And it is not a range I expected to ever experience when not 7 months pregnant. And yet I haven't done crap to change it, so rolly polly me.
My life does not include occasion for vintage wear, except vintage tropical wear perhaps.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KARL!
Send good thoughts to Jilli; it's starting to look like a big year for spiders - I've thrown 3 out of the house in the last 14 hours, and they were all different species.
She is not thrilled.
Happy Birthday, Karl!!!
This one is very similar to what I actually bought for Prom. Except the dress is a black with a beige vine print and an ecru lace overlay above the bust. A very flattering style and makes anyone look like they have a lot of waist. I just haven't figured out yet if I could put or need a crinoline under it.
So pretty, Sail. That one featured, has a crinoline under it. I think within the last week or two, Jilli gave some advice on how full a skirt needed to be, to accomodate a crinoline, maybe, unless I dreamt that, which is possible. Maybe thread suck and control+F for Jilli?
Poor, poor frazzled Jilli! Many calming vibes and No More Insects ~ma for the Reason household.
Remember the retard who was on my fire escape about a year ago at 2am hanging a sign? Well, they're hanging a sign again and on the fire escape and the roof. It's making Toto go nuts. They're not allowed to be on the roof. I feel like calling the cops again.
I vaguely remember the story, vw. Who are they, though?
Oh, Pete, poor Jilli. I just killed one in my kitchen, not 10 minutes ago.