Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat
Please put a penny in the old man's hat
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.
Christmas is coming
and you better be merry
'cause you're gonna be broke
come January
Jeez, we haven't even hit serious discussions about Halloween here yet. Though Canadian Thanksgiving has come and gone...
I slept through my alarm by about an hour. I am so full of gronk, it is gronktastic.
Though Canadian Thanksgiving has come and gone...
And it was goooooooooooood!
Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes....
I don't envy any of you starting your day. But I do envy you your snow.
Poor Suzi.
Last night I saw Mary Karr and Calvin Trillin being interviewed by Jon Carroll (an SF Chron columnist [link] and it was goooooooood.
I seem to be the only one in the office this morning.
No snow in SF today, though we've been enjoying a gorgeous Indian Summer lately.
I have Matilda in my arms, and she's fed and clean and content and alert. Consequently I am kissing her little baby head incessantly.
I had a migraine from one Thursday to the following Tuesday and now I have a migraine hangover and feel like a zweiback that has been eaten and vomited up again.
Also my son is flunking three courses and getting an A-minus in history and his P.E. teacher complains that he is pretending not to be there.
Please, can I have a do-over?
waves Mulligan wand for Betsy
Filled with gronk over heah.