Willow ,'Lessons'
[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.
For the record? This is what time my alarm goes off. I am avoiding actually leaving my bed by being here. Gronk.
Suzi, I'm so glad big boss is coming down to put the smackdown on the drama. Hang in there.
Sean, I hope you're feeling better. Yucky stomachs are the worst.
Morning, Kristin!
Oh, as usual, deer.
I can attest that there really isn't that much to do in Indiana.
I can attest that there really isn't that much to do in Indiana.
I was just gonna say...
I was explaining cow tipping to a friend on the bus yesterday. She was like, "Is Minnesota really that boring?"
Rural places are really that boring. And I say that having spent much of my childhood in one in Wisconsin.
My college roomie who grew up in the Berkshires was the first person to tell me about cow tipping, so it even happens in Massachusetts, vw.
JZ and Kristin, I'm sorry about the job disappointments. Suzi, keep on keeping on. Sean, I hope you're feeling better. Cashmere, I still want you to have that pirate ship.
I live in the middle of the bay area and we have people who paint rocks. There is this one rock between my house and the airport that keeps flipping between being painted like a watermelon to a lemon with the occasional orange thrown in. It does spend most of it's life as a watermelon - but anyone who drives that road with any regularity checks to see if the paint bandits have given it a new life. Me, I want to make it a Cheshire cat grin with glow in the dark paint.
Cash! Did the package arrive yet?
Cash! Did the package arrive yet?
Not yet. Probably any day, though.
Cashmere, I still want you to have that pirate ship.
Still wanting it, too.
Last night I thought I heard one of the kids screaming at 1:30 a.m. I did the rounds--nothing. Turns out it was our trashy neighbors across the street. Fighting and screaming, then sitting on the curb talking to the police officers that came.
Owen and I had a knock-down-drag out last night at bedtime. He stripped naked again but refused the potty. I didn't want to put him in his bed without going because the mattress pad is in the laundry. An hour later we both collapsed. I put him in his bed naked and asleep but managed to put a diaper on him before I went to bed at midnight.
We still need to go out and get Olivia shoes today and buy a wading pool at Target.