Heh. She is a force to be reckoned with.
Congrats, Cashmere. I hope your transition is smooth.
I am so tired. I seem to not get to sleep until 1 am or later, and yet I woke up at 7. Feh.
Wash ,'War Stories'
[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.
Heh. She is a force to be reckoned with.
Congrats, Cashmere. I hope your transition is smooth.
I am so tired. I seem to not get to sleep until 1 am or later, and yet I woke up at 7. Feh.
Thanks for all the congratulations, and yay for you, too, Cashmere!
If I couldn't wake to coffee I might want to wake to candy.
I work today and then sit at the house tomorrow collecting estimates from people to refinish my floors, etc. I wonder if I'll have heat there, since the forcast is for a temp in the 50s.
Post toasties:
Happy Birthday, Ginger!
Happy Birthday Ginger, and congrats to the home-owners!
Happy Birthday, Ginger!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINGER!!!
I think we have created a monster. Em was champion trick or treater last night. Walked up to doors, said "trick or treat!", said "thank you" and then came down to us and said, "Next! More candy!"
This morning, the INSTANT she was awake she said, "Happy Halloween! We go trick or treating? Where's my punkin bag??"
She also kept telling everyone I was a "very bad witch". Glad I had my costume on!
Happy Birthday to Ginger!
I have lots and lots of leftover candy. Tropical storminess kept the number down on kids. I did have one precious little one. I dropped a couple candies in his bag and said, "here you go pumpkin," when he looked right at me and declared, "I'm not a pumpkin, I'm superman!" Melted me.
Haven't had a chance to skim and look at pics of people. Need to do that later....
Happy birthday, Ginger!
Happy home-owning, Sparky and Cash!
My mother STILL likes to tell the story of the first time I went trick-or-treating. We had dinner, she dressed me in my costume, handed me a bag, and we went around the neighborhood. All well and good. BUT ... the next night we had dinner and I disappeared into my room, put on the costume myself, grabbed the bag, and presented myself to her saying, "OK, let's go!" I was about three.