I adore your relationship with K-bug, and I don't ever see the two of you becoming one of the really overinvolved dyads that never go independent -- the ones I worry about are the ones where the parents are still writing the kid's resume when s/he's got a Master's degree.
Oz ,'First Date'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Shoot, I won't write her resume NOW.
Though, maybe I should get her to write mine.
Though, maybe I should get her to write mine.
I like your thinking. Mmm, spicy brains!
Ah, the joy and excitement of sitting in a hotel room watching horror movies on a laptop. It's even for work.
DREW! WHAT'S THAT BEHIND YOU?!?!?!?
I'm so numb to these things at this point I think if Jason or Freddy or Leatherface turned up in my room I'd just offer them a drink.
You know what's scary? Wondering why the kitten's paws are all wet as you cuddle him and then finding a nasty, chewed up cloth bow floating in the toliet.
I just left a note asking, very nicely, for Joe to please try to remember to put the seat and lid down. Ew.
I just left a note asking, very nicely, for Joe to please try to remember to put the seat and lid down. Ew.
I have a very strong urge to text him this!
That's better than when he got peed on. He jumped on the toilet while I was using it.
My first year of university we had one phone for all fourteen of us on that floor of residence. Didn't call home much, rarely got called.
I was the perfect distance away--a bit over 2 hours away. No surprise visits, but I could come home for the odd weekend of good food.
Never ever for laundry though. I think even when I was home on vacation they wouldn't let our maid do mine. Well, their maid, was the point.