Oh Ryan. Well, there's my smile this morning, thank you, little man.
'Get It Done'
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.
Ginger, that's an advanced skill. Now we just reviewed how crucial it is not to leave nails in the road. I ain't paying for no tires. Lawd, they are trying my patience right now. I might need to look at Ryan's picture to calm down.
OMG, I'm so homesick now that I've seen that 60 minutes piece, beth. But thanks for posting the link to it. I was very interested in how your friend had researched this.
Cute little scofflaw.
I offer the strongest proof I can think of that I was raised by wolves: my mom just sent me an e-mail with the subject line "Uncle Woody Died."
In. The. Subject. Line.
He was my great-uncle, and lived in Florida, and I'm fine -- I mean, it's sad, but he was close to 90 (I think), and ran marathons into his 70s, so he had a good life. I really don't need brackety hugs, please.
(I do, however vehemently dislike the trend of one dead family member per month. August, Tim's mom; September, my uncle Steve; October, Uncle Woody. After I read the e-mail to my co-workers and commented on the one-death-per-month thing, I asked if anyone wanted to sign up early for November, to beat the rush.)
Can I volunteer your HR woman?
Can I volunteer your HR woman?
Heh. I was making a list, myself. No one has been willing to sign up, yet.
No brackety hugs, Steph, but I do hope that this trend comes to an end. Ugh.
Blerg, Steph. Blergity death.
I do hope that this trend comes to an end. Ugh.
Man, no kidding!