I'm not preggers -- I get checked for blood sugar and cholesterol and stuff -- all normal.
(I guess I was unclear.)
Early ,'Objects In Space'
[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.
I'm not preggers -- I get checked for blood sugar and cholesterol and stuff -- all normal.
(I guess I was unclear.)
Oh. Well.
Good on you anyway!
t slinks away
That's okay -- given the sheer number of pregnant Buffistas this year -- the odds were good.
BTW, is gmail all kerfluie for other people today?
I am so full of gronk. I just realized that the starbucks dude totally mangled my name. And I bought the coffee over 2 hours ago. I mean, I know I spell my name a tad different - but I have yet to meet a Suzzy.
Obviously, the barista was also full of gronk.
Well, I've never met her but there is a Suzzy Roche.
It's never cancer, either, is it?
Well big fat guy was dying of cancer and not big fatness.
Hey, where's Steph? Is she out of town? Did I miss something?
I think Teppy is just busy. She sucks though, so maybe it's something else.
This week at work has been insanely busy, almost comically so. And once I get home, I'm exhausted and/or entertaining a gentleman caller. After today -- and I'm anticipating yet another 6:30 or 7:00 p.m. quitting time -- things should calm down.
Still here. Reading up on migraines. Which is a bit difficult since tonight's medication was Flexeril and Vicodin (this one was fierce and sleep preventing).
Mmmmm....flexiril and vicodin....
Good times, good times.
Happy Birthday Princess Emeline!
Happy Belated Birthday to Sara!
You know, in the movies the cursed demon object is usually a sinister doll or something scary. Not a concrete armadillo.
So, I noticed at the store yesterday that there's a Ken doll who comes with 20 pairs of women's shoes. Sadly, he is called Derek, not Manolo.
happy birthday Emmeline and Sara