And now Aimee is proud with me.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[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.
I have to drive to the bank (and probably get gas) activate the card,
That's craxy. They can't activate it over the phone?
There is photographic evidence of this.
Don't need no photographic evidence. I was there. Live and in color.
Still...the outfit was incomplete, never mind that you never had both pieces on at the same time.
Still...the outfit was incomplete, never mind that you never had both pieces on at the same time.
???
What was missing?
A thong.
Aimée, sent back to you.
Congrats to vw! So, I think you should sleep a lot this weekend.
A thong.
I think we all know that Me In a Thong fall squarely in the category of Things Nobody Wants.
No one wants EITHER of you in a thong. My God, don't do that to a girl before she's even had breakfast.
Congrats on the completed thesis, vw!!!!
I finanally had the home visit from Owen's preschool teacher. She's very cool. She said Owen will probably be ready for 4 year old kindergarten (with support) in the fall. She seems to think he's pretty awesome (no argument here). She also seems to think he'll be mainstreamed by 1st grade (with continuing support and therapy). We may have to take him to Madison to get an official diagnosis of autism (medical, rather than just educational).
I went to a facial workshop at my gym (which has an in-house spa). I got sucked into spending a load on skin care products. *sigh* I blame my stupid wrinkles and zits.
This [link] is making me think of Bloom County. Poor Opus, wanting wings that work.
ETA: Penguins! And Terry Jones!