I'm sorry Toto is being a poopy-head.
Eh. He'll get over it. It was just disappointing, 'cause I was so excited to see him, and he was all, "Grandpa! Kathy! Play with me! Mom? Where's mom? I don't see a mom! Grandpa! Kathy! Play with me!"
[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 sorry Toto is being a poopy-head.
Eh. He'll get over it. It was just disappointing, 'cause I was so excited to see him, and he was all, "Grandpa! Kathy! Play with me! Mom? Where's mom? I don't see a mom! Grandpa! Kathy! Play with me!"
Champagne in a can?
Aw! vw's being punished for sure. He'll come around. He loves his mom.
I'm finishing writing a sex scene with Sleepy Hollow on TV in the background. I'm beginning to think my hero should look more like Johnny Depp. Either that or I should just write a sex scene about me and Johnny.
I'm also beginning to think I should succumb to the lure of the devil's food cupcake with buttercream frosting that's calling my name.
But not dry, no? Sweetish for a sparkler?
Are infomercials the new porn what with the inane and overly emoted dialog and eye-rolling situations and still with the sometimes watching cause of the new and cool trick? Because I am not okay with that.
My autoskipping of the commercial failed. And they were selling a drill that was pretty much just a drill and not the Second Coming so I don't know why they were SOOO THRILLED BY THE IDEA OF IT ALL.
I think Sofia's comparable to Freixenet in dryness.
Sofia's isn't half bad. I've got a case of it in the fridge.
Champagne in a can?
Step one: You open the can
Step two is not, however, putting your junk in that can.
Man, I found a badfic line I almost want to tag.
In cases like this it is possible for the seizures to disappear for a while, but then come back suddenly and almost put her into a comma.