Hell, I'd eat a ROCK if it were battered and deep-fried.
If Teppy ever visits, I know where I'm taking her: [link]
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hell, I'd eat a ROCK if it were battered and deep-fried.
If Teppy ever visits, I know where I'm taking her: [link]
I'd probably eat a rock if you slathered it in garlic butter. Oh yeah.
I'm wearing cargo pants, which ties into a former Natter conversation, I already complained about my weather, which was long ago enough to mean that it's sunny now and I can't complain any more, and I'm ambivalent about oysters.
I think maybe I'm going to wear a skirt to work next Tuesday, which will surely throw the earth off its orbit. Because a) I can and b) I work at home. But that shouldn't stop me from wearing a skirt if I want to. Which hasn't happened in, like, years. I'll wear a black skirt, though, because I couldn't wear both a skirt and color at the same time, or the universe would surely slide into oblivion.
lisah, why can't you come visit here too!?
I need to!! Hmmm...maybe I can tag that on to my trip to Vegas (band is playing Rollercon again!) at the end of July...
YES YES YES! I'd say we'd come to visit you in Vegas, but a baby+vegas = meltdown-o-rama.
In a related note, I'm bereft that the Baby Loves Disco event is already sold out for this month. No clubhopping for us.
eta but it is not yet sold out for May!
If Teppy ever visits, I know where I'm taking her: [link]
I'm currently drooling and making that Homer Simpson drool-y "gggggggg" noise.
Just so you know.
Dear Coworkers,
And I thought the colonoscopy discussion was bad. Please stop talking about afterbirth.
OMGWTF,
shrift
They recently added deep-fried pizza to their menu.
Please stop talking about afterbirth.
And now I'm no longer drooling.
After a long conversation about dating, someone at work just sent me this Atlantic article on "settling": Marry him!
“They, like me, would rather feel alone in a marriage than actually be alone, because they, like me, realize that marriage ultimately isn’t about cosmic connection—it’s about how having a teammate, even if he’s not the love of your life, is better than not having one at all.”
I’m sure the author would think I’m deluding myself, but I really feel sorry for people who feel this way.