Kristin was me in middle school!
My dad taught my class PE when I was in elementary. I had to wait till last to use the scooters. I only got to do what I wanted (play basketball, or really any kind of ball save baseball) if no one else had any ideas, and I had to call him Coach Lastname. Now he says if he had it to do all over I would always go first and it would always be "What does Daisy want to do today?" He is a man of extremes.
Almost all of my cars have been hand me downs except for the Volvo and the Suburban. My Honda was my in-laws'. We've only had it in once for realignment.
t hugs Accord tight
My first car was my mother's ancient, hand-me-down Pontiac T-1000 (a close cousin of the Chevette). When I was still in high school, my parents kept it in their name and it was just mine to use. Later on, I took it over, but it was all paid for -- I only had to pay insurance, etc. Stephen and I made that car last until well after Jake was born.
We almost killed it driving to Florida and back the year before we got married, though.
I was amused by the little icon next to the cup holder showing not to put a wine glass there
Some cars don't have that problem. IJS. [link]
Ok, just gotta say? I am wearing (for the first time) the most incredibly boobtastic bra I have ever owned. Wowza!
Did I kill the thread with my boobs? Damn, that's a first.
Don't be silly. Everyone's in their bunks.
Dear Whiny Bitch,
Quit being a whiny bitch.
The Empress
PS This post is entirely work-related.
Yes. Boobs. Bunks. There.
I need some Bitches to help me figure out what to wear to this show tonight [link] . I only have 2 pairs of jeans that fit me now, and I wore one last night and the other the night before. I intend to dance at the show and it will be 29 degrees tonight. Everything in my closet looks stupid and too big.
