Tonight that doesn't say sexy so much as heatstroke.
It's too darn hot.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
Tonight that doesn't say sexy so much as heatstroke.
It's too darn hot.
First day of new job tomorrow and I'm up way too late. Due to sleeping too much today. Me = dunce.
makes Spidra a thermos of coffee to take to new job. Good luck.
Good luck, Spidra! Knock 'em dead!
Best of luck, Spidra!
Good luck, Spidra!
And in updated nipple news - 'Tis but a scratch! Apparently. But she said to go back if it continued to be a problem. Until that point, vaseline with aloe it is.
Thanks, guys. I'm still up so I'm going to need WindSparrow's thermos in the morning for sure. I've had a nip of rum to see if it'll help put me to sleep.
Glad your boo boo is mostly okay, Jars.
It's only 99 degrees here if you add yesterday's and today's temp. Feh.
Heh. Same here, brenda.
So, an apartment we won't be looking into: "Vegetarian, tv-free home looking for housemate."
Ugh. It's pooring here again. Poor Toto is just so sick of this weather, that I can't even get him to walk anymore. We walk out the door. He squats and pees right there. And then he drags me back in the door.