Uggh, ran out of ADs and didn't gt my refill until this evening. Me no feel so good.
'Never Leave Me'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
Thanks to y'all and your food talk, I spent $70 at the grocery store last night (!!). And today made marinated pork loin with ricestuff and green beans (for later), and baked a spaghetti squash and had some with tomato sauce.
Loving the India travel posts. DJ, you write a good trip.
The big bosses are in town this week for their quarterly pow-wow. One of the things they are going to be discussing is whether I get the promotion I proposed for myself. In order to best prepare for making my case intelligently and articulately, I had my nails done and colored my hair OF COURSE.
Well of course, you have to put your best foot forward, Scrappy. Sending good vibes your way.
Zen, what are you doing tomorrow at 6:30 am?
Waking you up!
eta did you call me from a NY number about an hour ago?
Nope. Didn't call you, don't have a NY number. 'Tweren't me.
Matt, I'm so sorry. Condolences and ~ma to your family.
Hmm. They didn't leave a message. Wasn't Trudy, I have her number. No clue who it was. Weird.
Hey, amyth, you didn't give the kinderqueers my number for some reason, did you?
OMG, I just now was typing: one of the kinderqueers? No, prob. not. HAHAHAHAHA.
Ginger ale:
Trudes, it sounds like your weekend was more like the Percocet Party I was imagining and didn't quite get.
Congrats, lisah!
Welcome home, DJ! I'm loving the stories about your trip! I'm sorry to hear about your friend.