Maria!
My grandfather gave me money to go to the market, so Mom's fridge now has the basics.
Monty ,'Trash'
[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.
Maria!
My grandfather gave me money to go to the market, so Mom's fridge now has the basics.
Maria! Haven't seen you in forever.
If you're making a cross country killing spree, can I add a couple of Iowa members of congress?
Dresses! I am so undecidey! I will go out and try on some IRL dresses this weekend, but I am liking several.
Ok, so I got a nice little old judge to marry us next Friday at 3pm. My mom, dad, sister and 3 friends will be there, and then we will go to a nice tapas bar and have sangria and tasty things, and a few close friends can stop by after work.
I'm gettin' married, y'all! Craxy! Who wants to watch-n'-post?! Hee.
You know we will!
I'm gettin' married, y'all! Craxy! Who wants to watch-n'-post?! Hee.
Dude, you know we will!
quester, you know, the killing spree starts in DC (and Congress will be back from recess soon).
But you know, better than killing would be brunch with Buffistas ... I'm just saying ....
Yay for Erin getting married ... and for the hivemind shopping spree.
And yay for Callaluna and little Luna ... although that might give some of us pause when contemplating having children.
Smiting road trip! Don't forget NC!
Hi Maria, love. Every glimpse of your pixels is a treat.
My current long-distance crush? Still freaking adorable, and proving to have good taste in music and be open to more suggestions of same. I keep telling myself "Be cool, honeybunny." But damn I wish the distance weren't quite so long. I'd be on him like gravy on a biscuit.
Biscuit?
Greetings from the one-handed typist. And I apologize for worrying you all. My blood oxygen levels didn't come up the way they wanted them to, so I was invted to stay the night. And they've locked the hospital lobby computer away from the paying customers, darn them. I kept thinking, "I told the Buffistas I'd tell them I was all right! I need a puter!"
But I'm home, with attendant oxygen and a sling. The staff all seemed surprised that this was my first surgery. Waking up in recovery was nasty. I'll be happy if I never have to do this again, even if I did get a chance to watch Mythbusters last night.