Sorry, love. Hugs for the Jilli.
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[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.
runs around like a demented Muppet, arms akimbo
laughs and laughs at Pete's attempt at flouncing & Plei's mad reading skillz
Muppet-runs some more to cheer up Jilli
I. Don't. Flounce.
I stride.
Apparently there is another ultra sound picture of my neiceornephew, peanut, but I didn't get the e-mail. I'm all sad.
For some reason I seem to be channeling Jilli while shopping. I keep pulling out black velvet jackets and things with lace on them. Sadly, such things look better on Jilli than on me.
Hey, Hec, I think I just worked my first kiss story into my book.
Well bother them in e-mail until you get the picture, Auntie Valerie.
I. Don't. Flounce.
This is true. I am the flouncer of the household.
Sadly, such things look better on Jilli than on me.
Not true! I bet you would look wonderful in a velvet jacket.
Well bother them in e-mail until you get the picture, Auntie Valerie.
Mom's gonna forward it to me when she gets home. She said I was on the list. I think that e-mail address is messed up right now. I couldn't get into it all day. Then, when I finally did, there were no new e-mails, which is unusual for that address...not even new spam.
I did buy a black jacket with velvet trim and a suit with a fitted jacket that has lace.