'Destiny'
[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.
Good morning, Beeeeches! I slept 11 hours. Dreamed about sex. Breakfast: eggs with bacon and cheese, cooked in butter. And a Diet Coke. Why is there phosphoric acid in Coke? I know bones need some phosphorus, but I'm not sure that translates into "rust cleaner is good for me!".
Kitty~ma, tommy!
Gronk.
We leave for the airport shortly to head to Houston for my niece's high school graduation.
Gronk.
Um.
That is all.
Poor tommy. Poor Senor Sock. I hope he's doing much better this morning.
ND, I hope you guys have a nice time!
I'm back up. I think I'm all caught up on my sleep, which is nice. Must do some dishes (which have been terribly neglected), then I'm going to head into the square for a big brunch and a massage.
~ma for Senor Sock, tommyrot. And a little ~ma for you, too. That must have been scary coming home to a comatose cat.
Congratulations to your niece, ND!
We haven't done a thing yet today. TCG just went out for a walk to the beach and I'm watching the food network and reading. I should start calling moving companies.
-ma to you and your cat tommyrot. I hope he is home with you soon.
Edited to get rid of a stray n.
You know you're a parent when one fine, Saturday morning you find yourself washing sunscreen out of Barbie doll's asscrack.
So she's never heard the phrase, "Stick it where the sun don't shine"?
ION, thanks for all the kitty well-wishes....
I am so crazy envious of vw right now, between the brunch and the massage and the end of the semester (okay, so I haven't been in school since forever and am totally ineligible for an end of a semester, but I remember how good they felt and so I'm envious, so there).
ION, phoo. Matilda just woke up and is flumping around adorably looking all happy and sociable, and I just remembered where the Baby Bjorn is -- in our car with Hec and Emmett, for the entire 3-day weekend. Possibly it's time to get a little cheapie umbrella stroller, 'cause I'm not loving the prospect of 3 days of lugging our sturdy but largeish stroller in and out of buses. And Matilda must go out this weekend; she's being too sweet for me to hog her all to myself. All must admire!