Well, maybe 15-20 minutes after my last post, The Boy called (and I immediately thought "Does one of the Bitches *have* his cell phone number?") and said he was done with work for the night and did I want him to stop by?
Of course I said yes. So he stopped by, made "poor Teppy" sounds, and snuggled with me a bit, before going on his way. Though he didn't leave until he checked to see if I wanted him to make/get me food, and until he reminded me several times to drink lots of water.
So, my crazy brain was proved wrong. Yay!
Three cheers for The Boy.
I'm very happy for you, dear Tep.
She has a surprising well of love for characters who have a decenct, blunt cheery goodness.
And for Henry Kissinger.
Incidentally, I was talking to my brother about this Board, and he came up with the following summary: "Look, I don't mind you making lewd comments, as long as they're grammatically well-constructed."
Good Boy.
Sweet dreams, Tep, and keep forcing those fluids. (not at the same time, obviously.)
Yay for The Boy! I hope you're feeling better.
It was a comfort food night for me. I had mac 'n' cheese.
Karl, you've now earwormed me with "Let's Hear It For the Boy." Make it stop.
Karl, you've now earwormed me with "Let's Hear It For the Boy." Make it stop.
Hmm. Make it stop, or give the boy a hand. Decisions, decisions...
Oooh, I'm going to get you, billytea. That was just mean.
You're lucky you're getting married! I'm not going to make the Wallybee stand next to a walking hematoma. Congratulations again, btw!
Anybody know where I can find a pair of stockings like these? Oh, and if you ever had a crush on Winnie Cooper, you owe it to yourself to click the link.
good boy
and pete- adorable
and there were other things, but I am guessing I remembered the important stuff.
