More Miraclelove, please.
See, that's just asking for trouble. For instance:
Hey, Widdle Woobzums of Wuv...could you wear that thing tonight? You know...the thing. With the pleather. And the buckles.
It would make your Hubby Bubby vewy vewy happy, yes it would...
I've been naughty...
(Okay. I just made myself throw up in my mouth. A lot.)
Gonna have to try harder than that. I think we
bought
you that thing.
I was shopping for "too-much-candy" this weekend and thought of dear MM. Wishing we had gotten the candy bra and stripy tights together, but then realizing that it was likely a good thing that didn't happen.
I was shopping for "too-much-candy" this weekend and thought of dear MM. Wishing we had gotten the candy bra and stripy tights together, but then realizing that it was likely a good thing that didn't happen.
Probably.
Which means, natch, it *will* happen some time in the future.
See, that's just asking for trouble.
If this is wrong. I don't wanna be right.
or, possibly more entertaining, the candy bra and candy thong/g-string/whatever it was. I think it was juliana who'd seen it.
candy thong/g-string/whatever it was.
Or, as it is called in our family, the Candy Nut-Hut.
Morning, All.
I would say more, but I got jumped by the Gronk. Still not recovered...
eta...
Or, as it is called in our family, the Candy Nut-Hut.
Bwah!!
Okay, now awake(ish). Thanks, Empress. I may stay conscious during my meeting with that Word Picture.
apparently there is not an eyeliner in the known universe that will not make transfer smudges to my upper eyelid when I dare to open my eyes
poo