Mr Peabody is now on The List. After many months of not chewing anything he wasn't supposed to, he just ate a fairly expensive shoe.
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.
Am now earwormed with "I Can See Clearly Now".
Nash or Cliff?
If the answer is neither, don't tell me.
Nash, baby. [link] I can't decide if I love the leather suit or not. Doesn't matter, the man could be wearing shag carpeting and a Richard Nixon fright mask, as long as he sings like that.
I just static-shocked Harvey's nose. Time to turn up the humidifier.
I just static-shocked Harvey's nose.
Critters always look so betrayed when you do that.
Although, the advantage of watching Cliff's video [link] is clips from Cool Runnings, which got me through some dark times. So, yeah, Nash or Cliff, no wrong answer except "neither".
Critters always look so betrayed when you do that.
Kept purring until I did it the second time. Then again, we were listening to some seriously mellow music.
My cat's become very leery about stepping on top of me until that initial shock is out of the way.
I really should pull my humidifier out of storage, shouldn't I?
Today, it's so beautiful out, and it makes me happy. It's 69 degrees and I am walking around without a coat.
Ooh, I hope that keeps up through Xmas, etc. One of my sisters and her husband are in NO for the holiday with their daughter (who bought them the tickets).
IVERYON, it's snowing here in Boston.
"I Can See Clearly Now" by Nash is one of my all time favourite songs. It cheers me up right away. I don't sing along with much (because, hey, can't sing), but this is a gimme. It feels weird calling Cliff a Johnny-come-lately (NPI), but he doesn't tap into my childhood the same way.
I just static-shocked Harvey's nose. Time to turn up the humidifier.
I just bought a second humidifier for downstairs. With me, my hair, and two cats, the electricity in this house could've powered Chicago for a week. The cats have taken to ducking slightly when I reach to pet their heads, expecting that little shock to the ears.