ION, All-Clad is apparently now selling asshooks for chicken-roasting.
Oz ,'First Date'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
ION, All-Clad is apparently now selling asshooks for chicken-roasting.
Soooo glad I'm not the only one who had that thought when I saw that roaster.
That's a pricy asshook.
So Hubby came through the procedure fine, though his neck was out of whack for a few hours from laying on his stomach. He's already seeing improvement. Our next surgical adventure is the Crusade to Evict the Lutherans from Hubby's skull.
In bad news, my home computer has clawed its way to its last hilltop, gasped gallantly, then fell over clutching a lily to its chest as angels bear the ghost of its motherboard to cyberheaven. We've been glancing around for a new computer, hoping to replace it before it croaked, but entropy has caught up with us. I know what I'm getting for Christmas, a cheap new computer.
Good news, Connie.
I know there are some people here that don't really like cat stories, but this is funny. Sometimes in the afternoon, I play with the kitties, using this stick with a feather on the end. I tried to start early, cause I'm not feeling all that creative today, and it just seemed like the cats looked at each other like "Do you wanna tell her or should I?" I think they were just waiting to see how long I would do it. Analysis: Cat toys go on sale if cats just aren't into them.
Barb - I didn't get anything.
t kicks computer
Okay, resent to both the work addy and the yahoo addy. My email has been acting a wee bit cranky, so it's probably an issue on my end.
Barb, congrats on the house! Kristin, I''m sorry you're having wedding planning woes.
In self-absorbed news: I just had an endometrial biopsy. DO NOT WANT!
Ouchies, Cindy. Hope the results are ok.