'Harm's Way'
[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.
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!)
Day-um, that's some bendy catness. I'd bet that the strength and energy that requires, is a good sign of a good recovery, and outweighs whatever possible damage he might be doing to the surgical wound in the short run.
Some years ago, I had a cat who needed to have half her tail amputated. (Dunno what happened, she just came home one day with her tail at half mast) When we brought her home from the clinic with the E-collar on, she scooted backwards around the living room for five minutes until the collar came off. Funniest thing I'd ever seen. Fortunately, she left her stump alone, or it would not have been as funny.
Happy Birthday, K-Bug!
Happy Birthday to K-Bug! Happy Anniversary of being a mom, SuziQ. You done good.
Happy Birthday, K-Bug!!!
have you been there at a few different times of day on a few different days of the week?
No, but we’re familiar with the neighborhood, so that’s not too much of a concern of ours.
I’ve decided it’s the negative attitude. We decided we we’re going in there thinking it was going to be the worst place ever, instead of getting excited about it. And as a result, it was a great place.
HAPPY 18th K-BUG!!!!
Not bad. It only took 30 minutes for today to be On The List.
Happy 18th Birthday, K-Bug!
All this talk of snuggling...
...look, these days I have way *too much* snuggling happening. Anybody who wants to take a dog, two cats and a three-year-old off my hands can have 'em, free, no questions asked.
Aimee and I used to snuggle at the start and then during the night drift to our separate corners. Rare were the times I awoke in the morning still snuggling. Less rare were the times one of us would wake up in the middle of the night and shove the other away. "Too hot, fuck off, ARGH!"
Nowadays...Aimee and I don't snuggle because of aforementioned small entities glomming onto me. Seriously, every morning I wake up with a dog over my legs, one cat snuggled against my chest, the other (the big one, natch) laying on top of me and Da Punk plastered against my back.
I'ma get me a hammock, just so I can get some alone sleep-time.