I think I was three or four when I decided I wanted to go see the polo ponies. I knew it wasn't safe to cross the four lane road they lived on the other side of by myself, especially since there was no light or crosswalk, so I took my sister's cairn terrier with me. (Hey, it worked for Dorothy.) I made it across the road but the ponies were behind two sets of fences and most of them were way across the field. I was trying to figure out how to get inside the second fence when they found me. When they asked me why I crossed the busy street when I could have been hit by one of the cars I replied, "they all stopped for me."
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[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.
My cat once jumped on the back of a Doberman
When I was a kid we had a Daschund who would occasionally escape to wander the neighborhood with her pal, a neighbors cat. The cat always protected him when large dogs tried to bully him. But every now and then the cat plink him under the chin with a single claw, just to remind him who was in charge.
Well, for starters, it took me until I was 32 to actually HAVE a career path.
Early bloomer.
Signed, 38 and no sign of a career path, even with all the maps I've bought
{{Daisy}} It's so hard to have a friend in a tough situation and not be able to help. Though you have helped already.
Wait. Careers are supposed to have a path? I've just been following my nose.
I just feel like I've been all "Yay! Away from the dick!" to be thinking about how sad and sucky she must feel. Now that I am thinking about it, it makes me really sad.
Aw, {{{{DJ}}}} Yeah, it's sad and sucky, but she'll get through it and feel SO MUCH BETTER. I promise. The getting-through-it is hard, though.
Yeah. I can see the other side from here a little better than she can. I wish I could get her to hop on up here and see it with me, but I know that's not the way it works, or should work.
My career path is the one Bugs Bunny took to get to Poughkeepsie. I like my job and have been here long enough to see some benefits, but tomorrow, I could decide to like, make coats or something.
Oh, DJ. I'm glad you guys are getting drinks later.
Tonight, after dinner with a friend, we ran into my shrink. This is the same friend I was with when we ran into my GYN. She like has some vw's doctor radar or something. It's weird.
jilli, I like the second purse better too and not just because it doesn't have a giant "G" on it. I like that it has a much more decided shape.
I'm giving up on boys.
That is all.