I'd even like to go to my Jamaican high school reunion, and I was only there when I was 11 and 12. My mother keeps me a bit up to date on them, though, as well as some of the kids I went to grade school with.
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.
Does she do that pointedly telling you who got married and has kids thing?
Mine used to do that.
Show me engagement announcements of old boyfriends in the papers.
Does she do that pointedly telling you who got married and has kids thing?
Oddly, no. Which, really, since she can pointedly make the weather about my single childlessness is quite weird indeed. Or maybe it's just too obvious for her, and she wants to keep me on my toes.
Mine started making noises about another grandchild while they ewre here two weeks ago.
I told her to talk to my siblings.
Mine started making noises about another grandchild while they ewre here two weeks ago.
Say it ain't so! I'd hope that if I managed to pop one out, the mother's union rules would mean she'd have to stop.
But I guess they can't tell you that, or you might not bother having the first once, since it's only a nudge-nudge-nag reprieve, not an end to it.
I think grandkids are like tatoos and chips.
You can't have just one.
They're good with dip too.
They're good with dip too.
Especially the toes.
Breeders = Weirdos.
BWAH!
How do you pronounce "Phwooargh"?