Aims, I vote food.
lisah, they can't be three already!
I KNOW!
[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.
Aims, I vote food.
lisah, they can't be three already!
I KNOW!
They're THREE? still cute, but wow! they've gotten big!
Grrr. The apartment leasing office lost my utilities check. And it took over 10 minutes of agitated voice on the phone to get them to credit my account for a stop check fee. They didn't feel the need to stop the check, since it hadn't been posted yet. Grrrr. Blood pressure high, and now I'm late for work. Thankfully rehearsal doesn't start until 1. Can someone smite irresponsible leasing office, who do not look in envelope for 2nd check (one for rent, one for utilities) and then say it's MY fault for writing 2 checks!!!!! Um. I wasn't the one who chucked the not-empty envelope!!
:: breathe ::
Ugh, Kristin!
Apropos of nothing, Aims was just on my TV screen.
Hush?
t blush
Awwwwwwwww.
Someone in my office is whistling. And it is a tune I don't recognize. It is random and VERY annoying. Please to be stopping NOW.
Hush?
Mr. Willis From Ohio. West Wing.
Aims was in WW? Cool!
"See those boobs behind Rob Lowe's head? That's my friend, Aimee."