Have a new work badge photo. It makes my face look a mile wide. Clearly this is not a good day for my body image.
'Hell Bound'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm leaving to go back east on Friday, will be there through my birthday and beyond.
Feeling weirdly sick. Miss my niece and nephew, but still having severe parent issues. I'm too old for this. And yet, I still want to shake them and scream, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"
Bleh. Wah wah child of teenaged parent issues.
Timelies all!
I'm not sure if we own an iron. I know we don't have an ironing board.
Didn't sleep well last night. Kept waking up at random times. Meh.
I'm sorry, what language did you just start typing in? Because I couldn't understand that sentence.
Okay, I have less clothes than Jilli, and am considerably more MPD with them too. But I'm so glad I found my black A-line skirt with the red pinstripes. It's one of the me-est things I had, and I'd just forgotten it existed. That's too much clothes.
I also rarely leave color on for more than a day.
I do absolutely nothing with my life, and I'm not sure how I'd swing that. Much less have husband and wrangle kid.
The faded denim is Jo.
That's pretty funny.
OK, then I'll pass.
Wuss.
I could probably stand to give up a few bottles of polish, especially with the bundle of browns coming my way.
Co-worker, you sat way too close to me in that last meeting. I'm delicate. Please don't do it again.
I'd just forgotten it existed. That's too much clothes.
No, that's the fun of "shopping" in your closet(s). Not that I have that sort of thing happen to me all the time, oh no.
pokes email, hoping for a "things have shipped!" message from Lip Service
OK, then I'll pass.
Just a little piece! One of the ones you don't use!
Bleh. Wah wah child of teenaged parent issues.
Boy do I know that song. Probably why I waited until 39 to have a kid.
Allyson, if it helps any, I got this note from Owen when I cleaned out his backpack this afternoon. WTF. He's FIVE. FIVE.
Ima go curl up in the corner.
Health~ma to SO, Liese.
Sorry about Andy Cat, Beth.
Good luck, Allyson.
Those notes are never fun. We're familiar with them.
ouch , Cash
health ma ~~to the so , Liese. I thought it long before I typed it.