I want more bamboo in my life. Soooo soft.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
I am completely modal's bitch.
Also, timelies, All.
You may, like me, need this then smonster [link]
Fortunately I'm in a cubicle, so no one can see me fondling my own clothes.
I love bamboo/modal/cashmere...clothes that are fun to touch. (But I'm lazy, so I hate things that need to be dry cleaned)
I love bamboo and silk. I can't be anywhere near cashmere or any other kind of wool. I don't even like TCG to waer cashmere because then I can't snuggle up to him.
I think a conversation or note later on saying you're sorry you didn't get to see her and next time can we make some more specific plans, because it was hard feeling like you kept getting bumped down the list for more important stuff, would accomplish the same thing without escalating.
And your down time, especially right now, is completely legitimate. As I believe you've advised some of us in the past.
brenda is wise.
bonny, I 'll just add that just because thing did not go as expected it meant that you friend could have switched modes to come see you anyway -- from how busy she has been that would be presuming a lot.
and the rest, as you said can be dealt with later.
I am currently wondering if I should have showered and then run the dishwasher -- I was hoping it would have been done by now
If you didn't Trud, she's either seen something like before, or now has a funny little tidbit to share with friends at drinks this weekend.
That makes me feel a little better. I already feel like a creep for her making my bed at ALL. (Usually I do that myself when she's coming because I know she WILL -- do I usually do that when she's not? No. Not so much. I keep the house very tidy and I sort of love having a slob-hole that's MINE ALL MINE)
And it really is a wicked looking thing. [link]
I know y'all don't want to hear about my dream but you were all in it! So skip ahead if you still don't care.
I dreamt I was at a f2f in London because Jilli (now a major star with her own Saturday morning TV show) had sprung for tickets for anyone who could not afford the airfare. We had a live band at prom called The Corgi Queens. I guess that's it, it was just so vivid I woke up feeling like I'd actually been to London. Maybe it's all that Doctor Who I watch.