We're getting pervy with Peevy. Must be Tuesday.
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
Fer God's sake - GET THE GLITTER!
Yay glitter!
I thought the glitter was a given!
I don't have any on right now!
I have discovered the source of my Thanksgiving dissatisfaction over the recent years. Nobody ever serves the meal hot. It's all cooled off by the time everything is assembled. Hot turkey with hot stuffing with hot gravy? Vastly superior.
Well, I suppose if I had three ovens, I'd have been able to serve everything hot. I lust after those gourmet kitchens with double ovens. As it was, I baked all my side dishes before the turkey, cooled them on the oven and then popped them in the fridge until the turkey was finished. While the turkey rested, I put everything back in to warm up--hoping to get a completely hot meal.
What I *should* do next year, is invest in some chaffing dishes and set them out to keep everything hot while I'm cutting the turkey or ham. It's a damnable dilemma, I think.
We're getting pervy with Peevy. Must be Tuesday.
This leads me to believe I must visit on more Tuesdays.
I don't have any on right now!
Wait. What? OOOooooh, you mean glitter, don't you?
Wait. What? OOOooooh, you mean glitter, don't you?
Maybe I mean glitter.
Maybe I mean pants.
Maybe I mean shoes.
All three!
P.S. !!!
I have no pants on right now. Nor shoes. Nor glitter, except for the random flakes that always find me. It has been posited that I was a stripper in another life, the way I exude glitter.
waves dollar bills
steals dollar bills
pokes out tongue