Clear things up with your aunt and then turn the phone off for a week or so. Lordy.
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.
Shir, I just came across this post on DC Hollaback and though you might be interested. [link]
Ok, woke up early, went to therapy, and taught class. House is mostly clean, kiddo's bed is freshly made.
Camp starts next week, and I am ready for Official Stepmommery(mummery?) to begin tomorrow!
I just came *this* close to deleting someone (ex-colleague) on Facebook (well, unfriending them) because in response to my bitchy status update about how much I hate having half of my "newsfeed" be redundant stories about peoples' profile pics changing, she wrote, "dude, relax". Which. You know how most y'all hate it when someone tells you to "smile"? I hate "relax" or "chill" about a thousand times that.
Oh come on, java. CHILLAX!!
t runs, ducks.
Heh. I like you a LOT more than I like her, so you have leeway.
Oh yeah. There would be stabbination.
YOU MUST CHILL! I HAVE HIDDEN YOUR FRIENDS REQUESTS!
I'm just finished with a nearly-3-hour conference call, during which we (the employees) earnestly talked about how we (the company) could improve morale.
Let me stab people. That will improve my morale.
YOU MUST CHILL! I HAVE HIDDEN YOUR FRIENDS REQUESTS!
Chortle.