Suzi, tell K-bug that a short little Italian from the opposite coast says HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
The finished product can't be anything but yummy. It's got all the major food groups: cake, frosting, chocolate and fruit. Woman cannot live by bread alone.
Interestingly, we touch more now ( at night , when sleeping or half sleeping) then when we first lived together. If I cuddle up next to DH when I am having one of those really restless brain racing nights , sometimes that will calm me. bizzare
Things I have learned in the past few minutes:
I am three degrees away from Joan Baez.
I really COULD be a hooker on those terms.
I am three degrees away from Joan Baez.
You slept with Suzi's mom??
la la la la la I can't hear (see) you.
I really COULD be a hooker on those terms.
not hooker, brothel gal. And, then there were the 5% of the time... maybe not so fun. No clue. Never been to one, or know any.
Whitefonted for the squeamish (but man does this story support the "cats is weird" theory):
I just figured out why Byron's wound is looking a little weepy today.
Despite the plastic lampshade on his head, he has figured out how to contort himself in a way that allows him to PROP THE LAMPSHADE ON A SURGICAL STAPLE and lick the ones below. WTF, cat?!? This is not a time when bendy is good!
Dude. That is too bendy for his own good, K!
P-C, I wouldn't do it. Besides, some of those mileage cards require you to keep them open for a certain amount of time, or they'll take the bonus miles back. Better to pick one, that you fly on anyway. If you really want that.
I used to be very anti-snuggle in bed, but now I miss it. Harumph.
Ooh! Reached the end. Is it still K-bug's birthday there? Am I still on time wishing her happy? Felicitations, cutie, and all best wishes for an exciting and wonderful year ahead!
(Not *too* exciting, though. Don't want to worry your poor mom!)