'Dirty Girls'
[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.
I'm gettin' married, y'all! Craxy! Who wants to watch-n'-post?! Hee.
What, you're not liveblogging it?
But I'm home, with attendant oxygen and a sling.
Connie, I'm glad you're home and that everything went basically well. Now have an uneventful recovery!
I came home from the gym to find a disgusting April Fool's Day gift from Kato the black-and-tan coonhound. Fortunately, The Boy got home before I did. NAST.
Pup goes to the vet tomorrow, b/c he's had 10 days of gastrointestinal unhealth.
Good news, Connie! Glad it went smoothly.
Glad you're doing well, Connie.
Glad you're recovering well, Connie. Hope you're fully back to normal soon!
Am I being humorless if I don't think it's funny when someone who isn't Jewish tells me I'm being a bad Jew because I eat beans during Passover?
Oh, Vortex - you should be getting a long overdue wee package from me soon, if you haven't already.
I'm going to have to take oxygen to work until the follow up appointment on Friday. This is annoying but should at least lend seriousness to my tales of medical woe.
Am I being humorless if I don't think it's funny when someone who isn't Jewish tells me I'm being a bad Jew because I eat beans during Passover?
Are they just trying to tease you? Because there is a lot of that sort of teasing in my workplace. Like all teasing some funny, some not so much, but I don't mind if it's meant affectionately.
I think it's supposed to be teasing, but it's just been going on too long. I'd really just like to be able to eat my lunch in peace and not have to justify every bite.
Dear creepy 20-something guy on my street,
The fact that I don't want to have a conversation with you when I'm walking my dog does not mean that I am bitchy or racist (and yes, I could see you reaching that conclusion though you didn't voice it). It just means I don't know you, and you're making me uncomfortable. Running up beside me and trying to get me to talk because I'm a "beautiful young lady" (which I'm not, for the record) does not make you the victim when I rebuff you. This is the second time I've made it clear to you that I'm married and not interested. Could you please take the hint and stop harassing me?
No love,
Me