I'll have to try that one when I tire of the beach. Google rocks. Old song, but they do rock mightily.
I have the tea house theme!
[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'll have to try that one when I tire of the beach. Google rocks. Old song, but they do rock mightily.
I have the tea house theme!
“All my “suicidal poetry” searches keep leading me to Christian blogs. Is there a correlation?”
::snerk::
Woot (with a side of gronk)!
After I drop Emmett off at school, I'm collecting Daisy Jane and we're making waffles at Chez Zmayhem. Then JZ and Matilda and I will take her to see the Vivienne Westwood exhibit in the museum in GG Park.
Oh, my. I have not had enough coffee. I was just about to come and post a really stupid question that I just realized the answer to. Phew! That was a close one!
I have already been to see the nutritionist, had fasting blood drawn, eaten a big breakfast at the diner, gotten to school, figured out my classes for next semester, and well, that brings me to now.
Can I take a nap?
I'm so exhausted, barely got any sleep last night. I'm Zombie Woman, hear me moan. Braaaaaiiiiinssssss
I think I woke up every 10 minutes last night.
Hair question: When my hair was done two weeks ago, my hairdresser bleached a few sections of hair and then dyed all of my hair with a bright red dye. The problem is the color is still bleeding when I wash my hair and some of the bright red streaks have turned orange and some are almost blonde. My hair looks like too many colors, and I don't like it. Should I call my hairdresser, or do the bright dyes just fade that way?
I'd call the hairdresser.
I'd totally call, sj.
Okay, that's a lie. I'd be unhappy for a month, then when I went back, I'd tell the hairdresser what happened and ask if there was something we could do to prevent it, and she would say, "You should have called me. If you have a problem, you shouldn't wait 'til your next appointment. Let me know, because I'm happy to fix it."
Then I'd agree, but only in a lip-service way. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Okay, that's a lie. I'd be unhappy for a month, then when I went back, I'd tell the hairdresser what happened and ask if there was something we could do to prevent it, and she would say, "You should have called me. If you have a problem, you shouldn't wait 'til your next appointment. Let me know, because I'm happy to fix it."
This is me. I probably shouldn't do that this time.