'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
[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.
I have to get up in a little over 6 hours to go to this rassafrackin' test. So what am I doing? Cleaning the toilet.
Sometimes I think my brain is like a pinball machine and just needs a good thwacking. Then I remember what a good thwacking does to the brain and scrap the plan.
Because we fell in love with the area and if at all humanly possible, we are going to move there. It's just a question of how soon--it may take a couple of years, but it will happen.
claps with glee
What Jilli said, or is doing, or whatever.
Sleep, Emily. And all my test~ma to you.
Alarm set for 4:15. I have to get up early to send meara away? I lose.
meara is safely at the airport and should be leaving in about ten-ish minutes and I am back home.
Sunrise is *early* this time of year. We left the house at 4:30 and it was getting light. Quite pretty this morning too.
Now I faceplant on the couch and ... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I have last post of the night *and* first post of the morning? That just ain't right, man.
Hey, you! I just got a delivery of a million candles. It feels like you should be here to go through them with me.
Also, GOOD LUCK, EM!
I just got a delivery of a million candles.
I wonder how many would be puddles by the time you lit them all, one at a time?
Probably lots, since they're mostly tealights and votives.
Oh, Anne. Much ~ma, thoughts, and prayers to your whole family, but especially Glen.