I used to clean to NIN, but all my NIN cd's have disappeared.

I have enough salt on my floor to reenact the salting of the earth at Carthage. How? HOW?

And we don't need to talk about the cat hair. The balls of hair are sentient. Evil, but sentient. And they GLARE as they roll into the dustpan.

Now THAT is a flexible sphincter.

I can put my whole fist in my mouth.

IJS.

I'm pathetic. I don't know what to do on weekends without a campaign.

Create one!

Oh, I forgot. I approve that message. I swear it'll be easier to fix America than me.

I can put my whole fist in my mouth.

So you are saying you want a fist butt plug. Um...damn.

Bah, Connie. Were you in Wyoming for MIL's funeral stuff? Hope you and Hubby are doing ok.

Yeah, funeral stuff. It wasn't too angsty. Most of the family is viewing-avoidant, ie, "Mom's in there? I'm not going in there. I don't want to see her." Which left Hubby and me to do the meet-and-greet for the people who'd come to pay their respects. I'm not a fan of having the dearly departed on hand in the same room as myself, but I've learned a few things from Miss Manners: small talk is for when you can't think of a blessed thing to say and no one expects inspired oratory from the next of kin.

We had an excellent visit. My nieces and nephews are all very intelligent, personable, and pleasant to have around.

The trip home was, well, interesting. It didn't classify as a major snow storm over the Continental Divide, because otherwise they'd have lowered the gates that block off I-80 at tricky spots. Honestly, railroad crossing type gates across a major interstate highway. I don't want to imagine the kind of storm that does that. Still, as we were coming over the pass just east of Evanston, Wyoming--an hour away from Salt Lake--two semis ahead of us on the downward slope jack knifed, leaving us stopped for two hours before they could hall the semis out of the way. Adventuresome.

I have pictures!

ETA: The actual pictures (Whoops!)

[link] Haloween. I'm the Super Spy on the left.

[link] Me at my friend Big John's Moulin Rouge themed 50th. [link] [link]

Lastly. Pictures of the animals taken today [link]

Oh dear. You people are twisted and wrong. I love you all dearly, but you are twisted and wrong.

Juliana says her brain is now broken, thankyouverymuch.

We went shopping! Retail therapy YAY!

ETA: Erin, can I tag this?

ex-DV counselor-Buffylovin' English teacher freaktastic bitch depresso

Oh, cool; so ND will be designing the world's first line of geriatric butt-plugs? Wow -- the field research on that will be...um...interesting?

It's the Senior Sphincter Sensitive line.

Sighhhh...

Don't make me DO this. Honestly.

Groaannnnn

Ok, here it is: [link]

( Warning: not work safe. not not-work safe. do not click this link and then give me grief, just don't click it if you are un-brave. really, only Drew should have to click this link. Possibly Erin for bringing it up. Make sure there are no children near. Seriously. It's not tub-girl, but it ain't decent. I wouldn't call it "porn" per se since "porn" would indicate some sort of... potential for arousal.)