The wee lumberjack picture caused an actual squee explosion from me, so I had to get my coworkers to come look. Then they understood.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
He is absolutely precious, GC.
I had my annual exam today and I've never seen a doctor laugh so hard at a patient's question before! (I asked if I was considered advanced maternal age.)
If they're not saying "Let me call Guinness and give them a head's up" I think you're within the norm.
BabyBabyBabY!
I want to nom his cheeks!
Forget the cheeks, TUMMY! TUMMY!
So why the hell can't I fit into my old pants???
I think I also lost some weight recently (amazing, the visual effect of one more almost visible rib to the "is it just me, or did I lose weight?" body monitoring), but for some reason, can't fit into 2 pairs of jeans anymore.
My hypothesis: it's the cloths that are changing, not us.
FTR, I don't think I'm under 100 pounds just yet (prolly around the 104), so not alarmed. Hell, after the test-season I almost finished, nothing can alarm me anymore. Besides the test season which will start in about 3-4 months.
But oh, wait. There's an adorable baby that's staring at me. Humm... awwwwww!
Baby Chucks! [link]
Punk rock mommies!
Oh, Em. You little fashion diva!
Don't tell me what to do!
I WILL. THINK DIRTY THOUGHTS.
Cheeks! [link]
I cannot STAND!!!!!! how cute he is.
And little baby shoes are by weakness.
Dog~ma in quantities would be appreciated.
In 5 weeks, my until-then-perfectly-healthy-dog saw the vet 6-7 times.
Tomorrow he's going to see an eye specialist (we think he got something into his eye - it's infected, and a week of eye ointment didn't help), and an hour ago (we discovered just now) he broke a nail, and he's bleeding.
That's after a week on antibiotics, and a cardiac problem which begun it all. We'll consult with a vet cardiologist soon.
But he's 10 years old, dammit, and there's a limit to how many times we can anesthetize him so he'll be treated properly.