Keep well, Stephanie. The trying is fun, IMVHO.
IMememeNews: There were thunderstorms here this morning!! Funny how something that terrifies Ollie and Em made me grin from ear to ear when I woke up to that low, rumbling sound and the flash of lightning. And of course, it wouldn't be complete without a Very Aimee Happening.
I'd left my box of Trixie Belden's outside on the back porch. As well as mine and Joe's cigarettes. So I jumped out of bed, ran downstairs, ran outside and saved them all before the rain started falling. Funny thing is, I cared more about the books.
It wasn't until I got back upstairs and into bed that I was WEARING MY UNDERWEAR!! AND THAT'S IT!
Ooops. Hopefully the neighbors weren't up.
I loved Trixie Belden.
And Mrs. Pollifax. I recently acquired some Mrs. P for reasons of nostalgia and was a bit sad to discover that my love for those stories is now former.
So I'm going to let the Trixie love stand without challenge.
The town my parents live in? Just got upgraded to a city from a village about 3 years ago. Very small town and everyone knows everyone. Hopefully, news of J's naked daughter - no, the older one - won't make it's way around the grapevine.
Trixie Belden! Squee!
I'm talking abou tnaked boobies and Trixie gets the squee. I'm losing my touch.
I'm talking abou tnaked boobies and Trixie gets the squee. I'm losing my touch.
well, I've read Trixie Belden, I've never seen your boobs. If you would care to rectify that, you would get the squee.
Plus, I'm a Buffista! We'd
almost
rather read than have sex.
Ooooh read vs. sex IS a tough call.
Next F2F (Ann Arbor!!), maybe I'll have some boobular containment issues.
Mr. Jane once bounded down the stairs with not so much as a dishtowel on because I screamed when I saw a spider. He forgot my girlfriends were over. No one was too mortified, and a few of the girls congratulated me.
Aren't boobular containment issues a mandatory part of F2Fs?
edited to add:
hope springs eternal ... as do the boobs
