Oy. I may need an alibi for tonight.
'The Killer In Me'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
Cat did it?
You were feeding the poor in India?
Alien abduction?
Maybe I can convince the aliens to do abduction by request.
There's a form for that. Problem is, the Scientologists have it.
There's a form for that. Problem is, the Scientologists have it.
Nothing is worth that. Although tonight I am tempted.
Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamps.
Tomorrow I call a cat clinic and see if they can see Kittenish. They've got a cattery there as well if she ever needs to stay over. My fingers are crossed that they are good eggs.
Much to do tomorrow. Prolly should have done some of them today.
Anyone still up?
No.
Maybe.
Not so much still up as just got up.