Meara, that is pretty freaky.
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.
That is kinda odd, meara. Also, YES, what JZ said! Night Kitchen is wonderful.
Oo, kinda eerie, meara.
That is verra spooky meara. Chiming in on the you = much hotter, though.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=128623695&sc=fb&cc=fp
P-C, did you see this article on NPR about gay Indian marriages? It cracked me up and made me think of you. "Do we need to find you a BOY???"
Ha! Or a lesbian!
I've finished the actual laundry part of doing laundry. Now I've got a bunch of stuff to fold, and I'm way too tired to deal with it. Maybe dinner first, then folding laundry.
So, after ranting here, I worked it out and called my mother back on her cell phone (at her request) and asked her to call me to confirm. After not hearing from her and calling THREE TIMES, she finally picks up and and says "oh, I didn't get a message. No, wait, the light is blinking". REALLY???? After I tell you that I'll call you back with details, and I don't call you back, you wouldn't CHECK YOUR FUCKING PHONE?!?!?!!?
I am pettily enjoying that I'm making her wait for me downstairs, cause there's no way I'll be there in 10 minutes. Petty? Damned skippy.
Lands' End used to sell half-fitted sheets for kids to use as a top sheet. They had elastic only on the bottom corners and edge, to make it easier to make the bed and to keep the sheet in place when the kid under the sheet moved around. Those were neat. I'm starting to suspect that "able to make a queen-size bed neatly" is one of those grown-up skills that I'm just never going to get. (I'm also fairly certain that I'll never be able to fold clothes so that they don't get wrinkled. It just never works.)
Hil, embrace wrinkles. I do. It might be why I'm single, but eh, I'm too damn tired to wash AND fold laundry.
Weirdly, my mother just told us about 3 years ago that she really doesn't like being called "Mom," just "Mama."Interesting. A few years back, my father's girlfriend informed me that he doesn't like being called "Pop". I said, "oh, ok". And still call him that. Maybe if he'd been around a bit more as a child, and less of a boozer, I might care. In the mean time, I'll call you Pops. Me? Petty? Noooooo.
getting a crush on a different girl. Who probably doesn't like me. Hrmph.a) Story of my life
b) Wait? What?! How could she not like you? Clearly she is out of her mind crazy, and not worth pursuing.
Ok, which LAistas are going to come here with me: Villains' Tavern? Steampunk Victorian bar!I'm game!
ND, sorry to hear about crazy family situation. Pix & ND, hopefully creepy jockey dude will leave soon. Can you just make that face and say "um, sorry to do this, but now really is a bad time" and give that eyeball glance towards your mothers room? Sometimes inferring something is worth it's weight in gold.
IOmeN- I fixed the stupid health insurance wrong doctor thing. In 72 hours the system should be updated, and I can make an appointment for a physical. Something I haven't had in 3 years or so.