HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRED PETE!!!
'Shindig'
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
You guys are funny. Yeah, now I remember the other Cox. Smart-aleck Brit, on the edge of being mean, that didn't fuck Mike Kellerman in a drunken stupor and forget about it. That Cox. I've only seen Scrubs a few times. And it's true, there is not a *huge* JZ resemblance, but from a distance, it gives pause.
Happy Birthday Fred! I hope you're doing something fun.
Dear Random Lady -
Your implants are way too big if a seven year old girl stops dead and stares at your chest.
Also, wear a freaking bra. No boobs that size should stand out at a 90 degree angle from your body when you are obviously not getting any help from the lingerie industry. In other words, I shouldn't be able to put the entire written collection of Shakespeare up there.
Ta, Me
ew...that is so ugly.
I just cut open one of my fingertips trimming rose stems. I'm elevating--kinda compressing. What else should I do?
Do you have one of those butterfly bandages?
I think I do. It's not as bad as I thought--I thought I'd caught the nail too. It's gonna be annoying, because it's right at the tip of the pad. But it's stopped spurting, so time to clean and dress it. And to finish putting away the groceries.
I suspect I'm home for the day, despite having social things I should do. Between this and the migraine, I don't even feel up to the laundry which must get done by 10:30 tomorrow morning, because I have a krav photo shoot and teaching, for which I should be politely dressed.
Poor ita. Not even the flowers are being nice to her.
(pops back in for just a sec) Lee, next weekend would be better for pie. Or maybe Thursday. Will send e. (runs off to tackle dinner prep)
Oh, and remembering Accept No Substitutes for JZ? The lady sitting next to me on the first plane on my trip was laughing out loud over her book and totally had JZ-ish hair and eyes and lipstick. Seemed especially weird that the likeness was strong because her style was so very different - the laughing book reader was all decked out as a shiny upper crust suburban matron with a tan and lots of diamondy gold bling. Fortunately for me this was not really like meeting an evil twin, more like a distant cousin.
And now I've used the Internet to shirk my dinner prep responsibilities, alas for my bad habits.