I feel that there is an "it was a dark and stormy night" sentence somewhere in shrift's week, but I can't manage to fit in the london gossip rags.
Ion - date 3 is tomorrow after work. Dinner. It will be on the short side as I have to be home by 8. I narrowed places down to 2 and now must choose.
Ack, but I'm taahhhhhrrrrrrrd.
Been chaos around here but my dogs are bathed and groomed, the house is sort of clean (cleaner than it was), and agents have been queried.
It's the first time in seven weeks that I sat at my desk and oddly enough, it's my legs that hurt.
...UNEXPECTED sex toys? That sounds either upsetting or painful or terribly wicked.
Indeed. Sex toys are one thing, but when they're unexpected? Did someone open a drawer they shouldn't have? Was it like the Burger King? You open your eyes in the morning, and there he/they are?
...UNEXPECTED sex toys? That sounds either upsetting or painful or terribly wicked.
Just as with the toy boat fetish explanation, the reality is much less exciting and exotic than that of what our collective imagination can provide.
Okay, a sign of how tired I am, that "unexpected sex toys" didn't even make me bat an eyelash.
Sheesh.
I'm still mildly disappointed with the toy boat fetish.
In apropos of nothing news, I've been adding a bunch of email addresses to our company mailing list and I've noticed a disproportionate number of them are portmanteaux. They're 'shipping themselves?
They are couples with one email address? It actually drives me crazy, but it was pointed out that in the early days of internet access it cost more to have more email addresses.
I am laying (lying?) in wait for my cat-- ready to pounce with the antibiotic dropper.
Lying in wait. And I agree that couples with a shared email address is weird in this day and age. Unless they have three, like some have bank accounts -- yours, mine, and ours.
I agree that couples with a shared email address is weird in this day and age.
My best friend got her own email address just over a year ago. I kept begging her to do it, but she didn't see the point. I was telling her anything her husband couldn't have (or wasn't going to, anyway) know, but the principle is strong. I have 10+ email addresses, so I can barely see how anyone has just one.
They're reflooring the balcony outside my door, so I can't leave for another hour. Of course I immediately need to. Okay, just want. But it's still strong.
This cat needs to come out of hiding NOW!