'War Stories'
[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.
Be forewarned: You think he's sprawly now? Wait till he's out. If he ends up ever sleeping in your bed at any point, don't be surprised to find that sleeping babies are a lot like sleeping cats. It's incredible how such a tiny thing can manage to take up so much space and crowd the full-sized mammals right off the bed.
Word.
Lillian's TINY.
She takes up SO MUCH bed. And she FLAILS. And can't STAND having her feet under the covers, so she'll contort until they are out.
And can't STAND having her feet under the covers, so she'll contort until they are out.
Um. I still do this.
You should sleep with my husband, because I like having my feet covered, but he always manages to untuck the whole sheet from the foot of the bed.
I don't know how people exist with only one set of sheets/blankets on the bed. In the first week we were sharing a bed, Hubby and I decided to have His blankets and Her blankets on the bed at the same time.
ugh. I feel like a jackass. I'd emailed my professor twice yesterday-one question trying to clarify something she'd said, formatting-wise, about the lit review we're doing... the second question was a format/style question. The first email was answered in her typical non-helpful style (me: what do you mean by centered? her: centered is centered. I can explain how this question actually wasn't as dumb as it sounds if necessary) The second one said, You need to consult the APA Manual, really.
And... I just feel very stupid and yelled at.
When my cat was a kitten, he'd attack my feet whenever they were uncovered. He hasn't done it in a while, but I still cover then out of fear of them being attacked when I'm almost asleep.
I have tried to convince DH to do that, I like having my feet out, if I want and he is either all or nothing when it comes to the blankets/sheets.
Both my kids were propellers in bed when they were little. During softball season K-Bug and I would share a bed and somehow it worked. Not sure how...but neither of us ended up on the hotel floor.
Nora, I'm sorry. I hate when that happens.
Um. I still do this.
Yup, me too.
Thanks, PC. I just feel like a stupid whiny needy baby. Ugh. I'm all teary and shit.
I'm so glad the semester is almost over. I'm killing myself with the workload of this class to the point I've obviously gone insane regarding looking to the prof for help on stupid-ass shit.