The gronk is, indeed, mighty.
Cordelia ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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 woke up with a headache this morning. However, I have coffee, so all hope is not lost. As a method of distraction, while waiting for said coffee, I scrubbed out my kitchen trash receptable. That's just a little too motivated for being undercaffinated.
I come from the Ginger, Fay and others school of timekeeping. My daughter finds it most frustrating, so through her scolding loving prompting, I at least show up for my hair appointments on time.
I'm that rarity for a Cuban, someone who's almost obsessively on time. I put it down to being Very Very Virgo.
Shir, I'm so sorry for your woes. I hope things let up, at least for a while.
That mother (Sarvis's mom) ... that's a serious overreaction. And, yes, that article will be a good introduction for his therapist(s).
In other news, have you seen this? I'm looking at you, Aims.
eta: eep! I forgot to add my congratulations to billytea and wallybee! congratulations!
I'm looking at you, Aims.
whistles innocently, while shooing animals behind back.
What? I got nothin'.
Ahem.
Got tired of Em whining for a pony? (it's a good story - stick to it)
Aims, get a fish. IJS.
Owen now wants a rabbit and Liv wants a donkey or a goat.
DH thinks pygmy goats are doable. I nearly beat him to death.
Oddly, I proposed getting Em a fish for her birthday. She LOVES watching them at the grocery store and will stare at them for hours.
Joe pooh-poohed the idea. Said she wasn't old enough. I pooh-pooh-pooh that.
We got Owen a betta because they have one in his classroom. He named it Jenna. Yesterday, Liv dumped the whole can of food into his bowl so I had to clean it out. They're pretty easy to care for.
DH thinks pygmy goats are doable. I nearly beat him to death.
And rightly so. But remember... orange jumpsuits, babe.
Pygmy goats, indeed. Good heavens!