'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.
Not just that, babe. Eastern Star is a Masonic organization for women.
Cindy, the building we're in is a historic landmark--it was an Eastern Star home for women until about six years ago when the remaining 13 ladies sold it to my school. And yes, the building is haunted. Spoooooky...
But I'm still more afraid of Martha Stewart leading arts and crafts in the math lab.
Gronk.
So full of gronk, gronk addicts are jealous.
Mom's biopsy results won't be in until tomorrow at the earliest. She was completely maxed by the time she got home last night.
Today she gets to take the dog to the vet. He started limping yesterday and now he won't put any weight on that leg. We can't see anything causing his discomfort. Even messing with that leg doesn't get him to flinch or fuss, but he won't use it either.
Did I mention gronk? Yeah.
Steamy one nighter and books - Go Erin!!!!!
We've been cleaning out our storage shed, so for the first time in a year I've been able to see my library displayed on shelves, as God intended. I find myself in the garage staring at the bookshelves and whispering "Books!" to myself. Then I bounce and giggle. Hubby dared to use the C word.
Except that I'm sorry David is sick. Better-ma to you.
Thanks, Bev. I took some coma-in-cup last night and today I feel somewhat better. Though whenever I take Nyquil I wake up the next day feeling like my kidneys have been injected with industrial glue.
The Autumnweenie is chunking up nicely, gaining about 28 grams a day.
Oh, I can't take NyQuil. Garg.
Some boys are painting the hallway outside my classroom and the paint smell is giving me a headache. Awesome. Only 10 more hours to go!
Oh, I can't take NyQuil. Garg.
Not your drug off choice?
Awesome.
I'm getting a whiff of sarcasm.
Five inches off, you say?
Five inches off, you say?
You know, when you open a can of anything (not just tuna), your cat will come running, even if it's 2 counties away, up a tree?
But I'm still more afraid of Martha Stewart leading arts and crafts in the math lab.
I keep reading that as "meth lab." Which would be other L.A. schools ...
You know, when you open a can of anything (not just tuna), your cat will come running, even if it's 2 counties away, up a tree?
Oh, the indignity. Compared to a cat.
You know, when you open a can of anything (not just tuna), your cat will come running, even if it's 2 counties away, up a tree?
Oh, the indignity. Compared to a cat.
Only in your unfailing ability to appear as soon as a pretty girl gets her hair cut.