FTR, when you tell me "You look nice" when I am in an old tank top with bad bedhead, I know what you are really thinking.
Boobies.
Liese, go feed yourself a green chile cheeseburger at Sonic. And a cherry limeade.
Maria, I've been remiss in wishing you mother well!
Ugh, Liese. That sounds hard. I hope it will be better when you're actually in the conference.
Brenda, I think I'm actually going to get the polish box in the mail to you today, FYI.
I hope your day gets better Liese. You are doing important work and I love hearing about it.
I am not feeling great, but nothing in particular. I just got up. Almost 10 hours of sleep? really? And I know I could go sleep more. Maybe an afternoon nap later. As for now, I think mac and I need to get dressed, get out of the house before afternoon rain, and get both food and errands taken care of.
Tell me to put on my shoes and go for a walk.
Put on your shoes and go for a walk, sarameg.
Take off your shoes and sit a while
Perkins is no help.
Put on your shoes, go for a walk, and flirt with everyone you see.
It's true I do have on my sassy pants. (mac would tell you that I wear them each Saturday).
Maybe I'll take my own advice and try a little flirtation on our errands. I am about to blow out of this place, so it's the perfect time for harmless flirting.