Holy boy! My Dad wrote an email to my sister. I don't know if he's going to send it and Dad doesn't know Mom sent it to me but it is some pretty powerful shit. I'm a bit afeard. I told Mom maybe this is the sort of letter you sit on for awhile. It says (among other things) This has so affected our (your mother's and mine) relationship that I have come to the pont where one of us (your husband or me) has to get away from this relationship.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
click send click send click send!
But the family might want to invest in kevlar vests first. O ya, and remember, most kevlar doesn't stop knives, so careful there.
He's not sending it as of now. They're going to get a couple weeks off from seeing the evil bro-in-law. I'm off to the bank and then Pasadena. See you soon, Kristin!
See you soon. Guess I should shower, huh.
Oh, and there are 8 large boxes filling my living room. Fair warning.
bouncebouncebounce
I'm getting niecephew cuddles in a couple hours!!
While a pool might sound tempting remember that I am staying at the Nickelodeon Resort. The pool is the opposite of peaceful and serene. I am currently at a Panera.
OMG. I'm so bored at work, I just caught up on 6 months of COMM. Now what will I do for the rest of the afternoon?
O ya, just a side note. Might not be a good idea to take sip of water while reading COMM. Better to pause, sip, then read on.
How do you think it got the name, silly?
well ya! I know, but.. I was thirsty. I wasn't thinking. It's monday. I'm bored. Brain still on HP and Xbox.
I'm still in the ATL airport. It's nice to hear these Southern accents and see the pretty-in-a-clean-scrubbed-way Southern women. I always get a little nostalgic when I'm in the South.