Yeah I am really boggled about the volcano.
ita, is the toothpaste thing Tom`s? Because I have been thwarted in my search for travel size Tom`s, which makes me sad. And my teeth feel weird and foamy with any other toothpaste.
'Dirty Girls'
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.
Sox "Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?" Nov 16, 2010 6:08:45 pm PST
I'd love the link.
Rode my bike for the first time in a while. Did some errands. Feels good to get out. I wish I wasn't so bad about developing the routine. I nearly always feel better when I do it but it is murder trying to get me out there.
ION, Trader Joe's is filled with all sorts of once-a-year goodies. Like these chocolate-covered peppermint marshmallows. When am I going low-glycemic again? *checks watch*
Hon, YOUR peers? The papyrus thing alone
Not that we use that juridical system in Israel, but hell yes.
You know all about this, right, Aims? [link]
job ~~~ ma to Aimée.
Yes, much job~ma, Aims.
Go, Aimee, Go! I want this for you.
Thanks for the travel~ma! Had a good flight (always get patted down 'cause I'm in a wheelchair - not sure how these scanners would cope with it) and a lovely weekend away. We met some gorgeous adorable schoolfriends of The Girl, drank hot chocolate, drove around Lake Geneva (into France and back into Switzerland - lovely views) and I read about Calvin and Weber's Protestant Ethic and pointed out how well the Swiss banks demonstrate the theory.
ION, the university are treating me like absolute crap, and I am talking to lawyers. I will stay if I get teaching work (interview next week). I may well not if I don't. Having interesting mental health fun while sitting around at home waiting for the uni to admit that they've been having 'meetings' about me while not even informing me of them, much less inviting me. Blah.
Chocolate! Chocolate!
Heh. We have brought back a marmite for L'Escalade. Big chocolate pot filled with marzipan vegetables, commemorating an attack on Geneva where a mother poured a cauldron of soup over the attackers. Random but delicious.
From a couple of hundred posts back: yay bipedal Ryan!
Give-Shir-a-cabana-boy~ma (or at least raise~ma for you).
Huge job~ma, Aimee!