Willow ,'Storyteller'
[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!
I'm going to the library to vote early today with GF. Then tomorrow we may attend the Obama visit to Palm Beach CC wearing our 'I Voted' stickers. We'll see today if there are any tickets left. The tickets are to be picked up next door to where we vote. Woo!
DH is waiting until the big vote day because he is convinced the county will screw up the early votes somehow. I am convinced they will screw up in November. One of us will likely be right. The Supervisor of Elections post is up again this time. We just can't seem to get it right.