I do not want to go eff around with my very pain in the ass car this morning. I want to chillax. Maybe set up my sewing table finally. Or work on homework. But no. My car decided to throw a shit fit three days before we're supposed to travel for Thanksgiving. Fuck fuck fuck.
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.
Happy Birthday, Sparky!
Laura, my dad recently became a snow bird and bought a condo near Ft. Lauderdale. Is that near you guys? Drew and I will be out visiting him Dec 19-23, and we'd love to see you. I'd also love to introduce you to my dad, who's a great guy who doesn't know too many people down there. He loves the beach and boats more than anything, and I would feel so much better if I knew that he knew there are people down there he knows just in case.
Hippo Birdies, Sparky!
Sparky Birthday, Happy!
Pix, we are in Pompano Beach, which is immediately north of Fort Lauderdale. I think we met your dad at the left coast wedding party. We'd love to get together with him. Gives DH another excuse to take the boat out. I'm pretty sure we are going to be here over the Christmas break, but sometimes we make an escape to snowy places at that time. If we are here we will make a plan.
BTW, any 'fistas reading my book, make sure you check the acknowledgments. IJS...
Laura, yay! Keep me posted.
Barb YAY and congrats!
Please remind me that just because I refuse to spend $150 on a Barbie Dreamhouse that my kid won't be emotionally scarred for life.
No, Aims, she won't be scarred for life by having a mother who is not crazy enough to spend $150 on plastic toy.
Sorry Aims, I'm pretty sure that qualifies as child abuse. Surely you can see how much she NEEDS IT!!!
I just spent 2 hours cleaning and organizing the kids' room, including the closet, to make room for all the baby girl stuff. I still think a trip to IKEA is in order for more Trofast units, but for now everything has a place.
Poor Dylan was not at all happy watching my sisters and me sort through baby clothes yesterday. I think it's starting to hit home just how much things are going to change around here.