omnis, we don't really need comps. We'll just go whenever. I'm sure Geri, Ryan, Jeff and a few others would like to go too.
I'll shoot an email later to see how big of a group we might get.
[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.
omnis, we don't really need comps. We'll just go whenever. I'm sure Geri, Ryan, Jeff and a few others would like to go too.
I'll shoot an email later to see how big of a group we might get.
vw, do you have a minute to hop on AIM?
Sure. Hang on one sec.
ION, I'm already done with the storage area. I'm sure there are a few boxes I should go through, but I wasn't planning on dealing with them on this round anyways. Turns out I had just a lot of crap piled on top of each other, and mostly everything got trashed, or went in a Freecycle/Craigslists pile. I will list all of that stuff tomorrow. So, yay! That wasn't so bad.
Dear Plei and/or Jilli-
When told to "get ready to go" somewhere on Friday night, my darling daughter decided that that meant applying mascara. As getting into make-up is a pretty typical thing for littles to do, normally I wouldn't worry.
However.
The fact that she put it on so well - including her lower lashes - and without smudges, I can only assume that you have been sneaking into our home and giving her make-up tips.
Because Lord knows *I* can't apply it without smudging it.
Yours truly -
Aims
BWAHAHAHAHA! Maybe she's born with it. If it's Maybelline.
Mine keeps insisting she needs the epilator. And lipstick. She broke into my purse to get to the latter.
Oh yeah - she LOVES lipstick. She has quite the collection of Bonne Bell and Chapsticks. Which she keeps in her ballet tutu dress purse. Which she carries while wearing my heels. I should post that picture.
I have ventured out into the world. The sun is big, the sun is bright : clap clap clap : deep in the heart of Texas! I am at an inspector station having my lil Prius inspected, detected, and hopefully not rejected. This place offers free car wash with inspection, so at least Midori will be clean when I head to the registration office.
Oh yeah - she LOVES lipstick. She has quite the collection of Bonne Bell and Chapsticks. Which she keeps in her ballet tutu dress purse. Which she carries while wearing my heels. I should post that picture.
SNORT
My kid knows better than to go attempting to tromp around in my heels. She watched me packing for one of my conferences and wistfully said to the Hub, "Mommy's never going to let me wear any of her high heels, is she?"
"You have a better shot at getting a date with one of the Sprouse brothers."
And thanks for the additional birthday wishes, y'all-- I'm waiting on the Hub to get home with dinner, which is apparently a big surprise. All I got were three choices:
"Do you want not bad, moderately bad, or evil?"
"It's my birthday-- go for it."
"No, seriously, I know you've been depressed about that weight you've gained-- do you want a shot at losing some of it soon?"
"Dude, I'm going to lose the weight-- we'll call this my last hurrah."
"Okay then."
I'm betting on something Mexican. I'm hoping. La Nopalera is wicked good.