Didya call her, Nicole?
(I added a comma to your sentence. I'm lame like that.) Anyway, nah, I didn't call her. Because... what if she answered while driving and then I didn't tell you she was on the cell while driving and then even though I yelled at her, she still kept talking and driving and one day got into an accident and when you visited her in the hospital and yelled, "I had no idea you were daring to drive and talk on your cell at the same time!", she would reply, "Nicole knew!!" And then you'd hate me.
This is what happens when I don't sleep.
In under 50. Woot!
Best job for you-ma, Windi.
Gotta go back and catch up now. That's what I get for skimming natter while there's a new thread a'borning.
-t, my God, that would be funny."He thought the Family was tough, but up against the DAR? No fuckin' contest."
Mojitoing sounds like a good plan, but I'm not very fond of sweet and the sugar content sounds high for me.
Happy Birthday Beej!
Nicole's message aside, I must say, it is kinda refreshing to be addressed by my actual name here. I'm glad I switched.
Why a rampage, Ginger?
An alcoholic rampage just sounds like a good thing right now. I'm finishing an article that sucks. My family is crazy. I'm behind on my work. I still have two tables in my house when there's only room for one. I have to go pay outrageous sums to pick up my tiller, which has theoretically been fixed, so that I can get my tomatoes planted. My allergies have reached new heights of coughing and sneezing. I have two day-long meetings with clients next week. Nobody loves me, everybody hates me.....
