Monty ,'Trash'
[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 am wearing my cute newish skirt (bought it a few months ago but haven't really worn it so much) so I can try to conquer my horrible Body Image Demons that smacked me around yesterday and made me their bitch. Sigh.
I am determined to try to fight back! I am also getting a new haircut today.
BID's! GET OFFA MY NORA!!
Ooooo! Hair cut! YAY!
So I have to do a 6 minute informational speech next Tuesday. I have been having a hard time deciding what I wanted to do. I decided this morning.
I'm doing it on Nothing.
How philosophers quantify nothing, how mathy-people define nothing, and how German author Michael Ende defined "The Nothing".
What I need to figure out is what my required visual aid is going to be.
What I need to figure out is what my required visual aid is going to be.
Seinfeld?
That was my total thought!!!
Seinfeld was my thought, too.
Morning, y'all. I've feeling kind of dumb this morning, but in a pleasant, fuzzy-headed way. It's actually a nice change from my normal anxiety.
And Thursday is donut day, mmm...
Nora, good luck slaying those BIDs!
Aimee, that sounds like a great idea for a class project.
Killing this early in the morning is a bad idea, right?
Especially my children, who in all honesty, looked at me and said, "Getting ready for a trip isn't all that big a deal, Mom. Relax."
*attempts to shove bugging eyes back into head and goes off in search of more coffee*
::lifts megaphone::
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SOX!