Oh, G-d, Shir. Poor puppy. Poor baby. I'm hugging Harvey and just shaking thinking of that. But yeah, I think waiting until morning is sane. Harvey sends his best purrs to you and Lou.
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.
Teppy, your check is in the mail.
(((Shir)))
Teppy, your check is in the mail.
Hey, I wasn't saying anything that wasn't true, ma'am!
Teppy, I am so far from thinking I am even remotely attractive at the moment, but I thank you.
On a happier note, we are currently sitting front row centet at the theater waiting to see Porgy and Bess. I have no idea how I managed to get tickets this good. They were a Valentine gift for TCG.
That sounds like fun, sj. Have a good time!
Niiiiice! Have fun.
Meara, it's true. You are very pretty. I'd probably be struck near speachless if I had a first date with ya.
Shir, poor pooch. Don't suppose the package arrived yet?
Gala going well so far. Flamenco dancers were inside only due to high wind. Shortly the travel version of Whose Line Is It will perform. Ryan, Greg, Chip, and Jeff. Should be funny. No Drew Carey. Oh well.
It's intermission and the show is fabulous so far!
I am already on record as saying that meara's pictures DO NOT CONVEY the hotness, but I will say it again.