Yeah, I work 9 hour days every day except friday, which is 8, and the next friday is off. I love the Friday off, but man, getting to work at 8am and leaving at 6 is hurty sometimes. Weirdly, I put in longer hours at the other place, but I cold come in at 9, so I didn't feel so crappy in the AM.
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh! I have a pic of him, too. And he's wearing a turtleneck and everything. WANNA SEE?
Nobody's ever chatty when i can finally post. Bof.
I'll have to crib some flirty phrases off of you when the french physicist I have an unreasonable crush on comes for a visit, Megan. I probably won't say them, but I will think them VERY LOUDLY!
This assumes I know something about flirting, which I'm really beginning to doubt.
"Hey baby, you got any freedom fries with that shake?"
So, what do *you* call kissing with tongues? (And I have really wondered this...do they think of it as French kissing, too?) Why or why not? (God, that's a fucking Turtle question. And I'm not high. D'oh.)
Hee. Suddenly, trying to think of flirty frenchy things, all I can picture is...Eddie Izzard. Which is a certain kind of hot, but possibly NOT what Allison or her French physicist are looking for, or wanting to be.
Oh Ginger, that is dreadful. I hope Mr. Peabody is okay soon.
Ciao, baby. (Meara, I second that emotion)
Get better, Mr. Peabody!
the cherries are no more. Brandy may have been involved.
::makes enthusiastic sign of the goat horns::