I moved about two years ago. And perhaps I should put pedicure on my to do list for today, the toes are looking sad.
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 was thinking since Feb recently, so good! you are next on the polish list.
What the hell was she thinking? Then she said that was okay, because the reality show her friend got into -- boys who love boys and girls who love them -- was an epic clusterfuck. Really? Couldn't see that coming?
I understand wanting to be on a reality show like Hammer Heads--help with the front yard, for one thing. But I do NOT understand why anyone would want to be on a reality show that just wants to show people behaving like assholes and idiots. Likewise, if you've been cheating on your spouse, DO NOT agree to appear on Maury Povich, period.
In mememe news, I have achieved coffee this morning. Things are looking up.
Likewise, if you've been cheating on your spouse, DO NOT agree to appear on Maury Povich, period.
Words to live by, yo.
Likewise, if you've been cheating on your spouse, DO NOT agree to appear on Maury Povich, period.
I for one am willing to accept the conclusion without the qualifier.
Of course, this villain should be a woman.
A bald naked woman, I presume? I'm thinking the young Persis Khambatta.
mac refuses to leave the house. I may start screaming. It is GORGEOUS out. I did just go ahead and do the neighborhood errands since he has shown himself capable of dealing with short time alone in the house. The plan had been to do 2 Manhattan errands and eat Ethiopian food. You know he is in a STATE if he is choosing to miss Ethiopian food.
The stubborn will kill him, I swear.
you are next on the polish list.
Woo!
I am going to admit to some schadenfreude that Tiger didn't make the cut at Quail Hollow.
Oh, mac. You keep spiting your face, son.
I started laundry, watered the garden, and folded a load I'd forgotten about in the dryer. It's a start.
He's turning down Ethiopian food? Oy. Silly boy.
Sounds like something my boy would do, although Isaac inevitably changes his mind and agrees to go out (or whatever) as soon as I say, "Okay, if you insist. We'll stay home and not have any treats today."