Have eaten dinner and inhaled many Peppermint Joe Joe's. Calmer now.
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.
*add this to the Christmas iTunes playlist*
Have eaten dinner and inhaled many Peppermint Joe Joe's. Calmer now.
I bought Peppermint Joe Joes today, and it is all the buffistas fault.
Someone bring me Peppermind Joe Joes? Someone?
I have no Joe-Joes. Woe.
Okay, I have to pry myself out of my chair where I'm huddled with mild panic and go shower and dress for tonight. And pray that my festive red dress doesn't make me look like a Holiday Oompa Loompa.
Barb, you'll be excellent and there will be a mad rush to buy your book. And I can in no way imagine that you could ever resemble an Oompa Loompa.
I'm sure you'll be smoking hot. I mean, festive. Yes, festive.
So wish I could be there.
I came to knash my teeth and rend my garments.
I got a call today that my time sheet didn't make it to the temp company on Friday - someone else faxed it - so, my paycheck didn't hit the bank today like it was supposed to, so the credit card bills that will hit tommorrow won't be covered.
So, I had to ask my sister for a loan and I have to deposit it first thing tommorrow and hope that I don't get dinged too badly. Oy!
I hate living paycheck to paycheck.
You're going to kick ass, Barb.