The squirrel landed in my cleavage.
::falls over laughing::
I think that's better than me stabbing myself in the ass.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The squirrel landed in my cleavage.
::falls over laughing::
I think that's better than me stabbing myself in the ass.
sara, you need a break this week. And a drink.
Sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you...
I feel the horrible urge to yell, "Blucher!"
"What hump?"
Heh. Good times.
My parents' cats BeauBeau and Kitten used to get bald spots on the tops of their heads when they lived in NoCal. Bluejays picked on them. And these were badass cats.
I think college squirrels might hang out too close to the dorms and pick up on some illicit substances; Guilco squirrels were equally as dumb. I tripped over more than a few, and had to rescue at least 3 from basement window-wells. And then there was the exam where one was DYING in a window-well in front of me. I finally told Rex that if he wanted me to pass the exam, he had to call facilities.
The ones that hung around the freshman dorm DEFINITELY got high on pot.
That article makes me look like a hug slut.
Sara, at least we're at hump day? I said that to someone at work in the elevator, and they pointed out they're working all weekend. Including on my deployment. Whoops.
At this point, I feel like I'm at mile 22 in a marathon. Doesn't matter I'm mostly done, those last 4 mile I CANNOT DO.
Did I mention I was unsuccessfully trying to print out coupons for my mechanic? I'll try from work tomorrow.
And I still need to do my taxes.
Seriously, sara, the universe needs to let up on you.
I've had worse weeks, I'm sure, but this year has been unrelenting in deal-now-stupid shit with barely a chance to enjoy the good stuff. I just want to not be constantly in a reactive state.
A baby's reaction to seeing his reflection: So We Meet Again!!