'Just Rewards (2)'
[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.
Lesson 1 of moving. It takes a fair amount of room to open a collapsed wardrobe box. Nearly wiped out half the living room.
Lesson 2 of moving. When you have a box packed, you need a place to put it.
Conclusion from previous two lessons: My current apartment is too small to move out of. Must clear shit before I can pack junk. When shit is cleared out, there is room to stack boxes of junk.
Uggg. Must go to bed.
I am a freak who is making vegetable soup at 2am.
I am a freak who is making vegetable soup at 2am.
Sounds fun to me! Of course, I'm the freak that didn't go to bed until midnight and is still up at 6:00 a.m., when I don't have to be!
aww I hate it when that happens, vw.
ftr, the soup is delicious and I should be going to bed soon.
YAY! Have good sleep.
I'm going to sit and daydream about CBD while I drink my coffee. Because CBD likes bacon!
Because CBD likes bacon!
I'm so glad. (going to wash out my bowl and then bed, I swear)
Emmett was also the victim of GI distress today - so much that he missed his playoff final tonight.
Aww, I thought you said (in Natter, IIRC) that he was okay and ready to play!
OMG, in so much pain.
We had a company picnic yesterday and I pulled the inner thigh muscle on my left leg trying to keep my toes on third during the whiffle ball game. And my back is all jacked up. From cramps or kickball I don't know.
Aimee = Old. I need to join the Y and get back into decent shape.
Steph, how are you feeling this morning? Also, I know I still owe you e-mail, but are you up for an e-mail conversation about something else?
Poor Aimee! Hang in there, girl!
{{{Aimee}}} Feel better.
{{{Teppy}}} I hope your tummy is better this morning.
Poor, Emmett. I'm sorry he had to miss his game.