Or maybe you take over if the Versatile-in-Chief can't perform.
Like that ever happens.
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Or maybe you take over if the Versatile-in-Chief can't perform.
Like that ever happens.
Vice versatile is like ambisextrous.
So is being vice versatile sorta like being ambidextrous?
It could involve a bit of the other way, yes.
Do you still use Massage Envy?
yeah, it's super convenient (not to mention just across the street from PT office) and i can get an appt on short notice. Plus i found a gal there who i like, and have blackballed the one really awful one who tried to push my sacrum through my pelvis.
. I was at Marshall's yesterday and they had a cute little package of tiara, bracelet, wand and earrings that had Matilda's name all over them.
do you have a name brand? My goddaughter's birthday is in a few weeks and she loves the shiny.
Vortex, we took off all of the packaging and put it in the recycling, but I just ran out and went through the dumpster for ya. :) It's called "Princess Expressions Travel Kit". It was super cheap but Matilda loved it.
Morning all. Ooh, a massage sounds nice. Maybe I'll get one this week. I need to go swimming too. I've given up on doing anything productive in the near future, despite having much to do. Maybe tomorrow.
I know about the 'crossing arms in front of the priest' thing in the Catholic church, from being Anglican and once enquiring as to whether I could take communion in a Catholic church (the answer is no). And I'm used to lots of unconfirmed people in my church doing a similar thing. I've never done it, though, because it seems weird, and I'm not sure I'd always want a blessing. Two of my cousins got married in Catholic churches, ours being an Irish family, and both times I stayed in my pew during communion. Anyway, I hope it's not too stressful, Steph. At least you know it's a well-known practice, now!
Finally home. The show went fine. Everyone was happy. And they are gone. Thankfully.
Had dinner with some friends. My turn to cook. I changed menu's in mid shopping. Couldn't find a steak for what I wanted, but they had a Santa Maria style tri tip pre marinated. The meat was hormone free, grain fed, beef. The spices were yummy. So I did a modified traditional Santa Maria style bbq menu. The tri-tip, garlic butter'd bread grilled, mac n cheese, grilled corn on the cob. I think the SM menu would have some sort of beans, and no corn. But my cohorts are not bean fans, and they make a mean corn on the cob. (since I had to work, they offered to cook, so I just had to provide the menu. worked out great). We all were very full, and happy. Tri Tip turned out wonderful!
After dinner, played a couple rounds of Yikerz again. Then watched Shutter Island. Consensus: eh. He liked it a little, but not enough to buy. She didn't care for it. I didn't care for it.
All in all, a wonderful way to close the weekend on a bad job rental. Kinda like a sorbet.
Ugh. I was online and ended up chatting with the ex and going out for a drink with her and hanging out for several hours. Which was fun, but also torture. I just...why can't I be completely over her? I know she's no good for me, I know we don't work together, I know she's not interested, I know it would eat me up inside....and still, hanging out with her, I was all "sighhhhhh" and "if only" and "I'd still...". ARGH. It's been forever, and I've tried not seeing her, plenty! I've hardly seen her at all in the past year and a half! GAH.
Oy, meara, that doesn't sound like fun. I have no advice to give, except staying away, which you've already tried. Sometimes things are just shit, is my philosophy. I can offer hugs and booze, if you feel like a trip to London.