In theory, people are perfectly allowed to do that sort of thing.

In practice? I can still remember clicking on a link to his nekkid bum from WX. I didn't know it was going to be him. Not that I hadn't seen it before...it was just the post, and the glayvin, and the...

Yeah, squickalicious.

Kitty hospice fucking sucks.

{{smonster}}

She can barely walk or meow, but she's still purring.

{{{beth}}}

In my dream about Hugh, he was sitting in his big squashy chair in his House apartment, with his feet up on the ottoman. I was facing him with my knees on either side of his hips and he was holding my ass like it was gonna fly away and kissing and nuzzling my neck with his yummy stubbly face.

Sigh.

The man is old enough to be my father and yet, I don't give a damn.

{{{beth&smonster&cats}}}

So, basically, Hugh Laurie gets an invite to the next F2F and we put the snog shirt on him?

Hells yeah.

ATTN: fans of Wicked - here is a video of the touring company visiting Big Cat Rescue: [link]

I had to run out after dinner and get DH's family some gifts for our belated family Christmas. When I walked back in, before I even got to take my coat off the kids started the usual chorus of "Mom! Mom!" followed by a stream of questions. DH joined in with, "MommommommomLisaLisaLisaMomMom..." I asked him TWICE to stop because I couldn't hear myself think. He kept doing it. I finally blew my top and yelled at him to stop.

Now I feel like a jerk and he's sulking. WTF? What kind of adult acts like that?

watching the Olympics, and the ladies downhill are having some nasty crashes. Wow! that course is tough. Ouch!