Off to HH where I will be rocking the white trash look. Jeans, Jagermeister baby tee, hoop earrings and studded heels.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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.
I really miss having someone clean.
Even though I read the last fifty posts or so, and saw the context for the above, for a second I thought it was the start of a new conversation, and not about floors.
(Except maybe linoleum.)
DJ, done.
Damnit, I have lost my phone again. I think the couch ate it.
Should I call it?
vw! I have mouse pad! I don't have a mouse, but we don't have to tell your dad that. I'm trying to show the cat her namesake, but she's not terribly interested. Maybe if I place it on top of an otherwise flat surface, she'll come lie on top of it.
It's lovely!
awww, good Kara.
While I see the point of having someone clean,As long as I am working part time it doesn't make a lot of sense. It is sort of calculated into what I need to make if I work full time again. (DH is way to used to me doing most of the cleaning for me to pretend that it wouldn't cause major battles if I went back to work full time)
Should I call it?Won't help. Ringer is off, I think.
Oh, I can text it. Maybe it'll boing!
(Except maybe linoleum.)Always. Funny.
I think I spend way too much of my life waiting on a computer to do something. Right now I'm waiting on 70 GB of data to finish copying.
Dear me. I just finished rewatching The Prom. Kills me every. single. time.