There was a LOT of corsetry in Chicago. With the pulling and the tugging and the glavin.
I could die a happy woman right now. IJS.
ION, Tuesdays and Fridays are trash days. My DH has gone to bed without taking a thing to the curb. It was his night. Going back to the conversation about feeling like an adult, I've just taken it out without even muttering a bitchy comment under my breath.
Also, Trudes? You can totally swear off guys. "Ask me how!"
Ah, Gloomcookie, would that I had a tutor...
I told you, Trudes, we are
just
friends.
My sarcasm level in high right now. Got an email from my dad.
Better, thanks, Maria. Not
good,
but I'll certainly take better over a few hours ago.
I told you, Trudes, we are just friends.
Did anyone hear something? Someone I'm
not
hitting on?
Oh yeah, you're sex on a stick.
Gronk. November 17 here, so the embassy is closed due to demonstrations (or in honor of Jilli, if you are me).
Right now the radio is playing "Mony Mony" and my husband, who does not post here, is singing along with the chorus: "Schmacky Man Pony! Schmacky Man Pony!"
with vibrato
Sorry? What? I can't hear you over the "you're just not gay enough, trudy"