'Potential'
[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.
PSSST.. Laura is nekkid; pass it on!
My plans today involve cleaning some junk out of the back yard, calling the lawn guy, laundry, getting a new debit card at the bank, seeing Avengers at 4:30 and then going to out friends' house WAAAAY out south and BBQing, drinking a little drink around their new firepit and watching the hugenormous moon.
Tomorrow is Clean All The Things day. And Monday is Getcha Ass Back Into the Work Groove, Bitca! day.
Ryan pictures!!! They always make my day.
So he and Matilda are happily working together making pancakes for us this morning.
Super yay. That's a very sweet image.
Swift healing, Laura.
I skipped the walk because my hip was hurting badly. Stretched everything for about an hour and got the pain down to a dull ache. Went to Doggies and Donuts, and it was one of those mornings where all the dogs are just totally crazy. There are two that bark all the time, and they get all the other little dogs riled up. Frankie barked more this morning than I'd heard him do in a month, WTF. He snapped at a couple of dogs (they deserved it) and nearly jumped up begging on an old lady with a donut! Clearly I did not walk him enough this week.
Now I'm back home. Need to stretch more, do the dishes, prep the package and go mail it, and then bike out to Jazzfest. Here's hoping there's no more rain today.
Super yay. That's a very sweet image.
We're listening to the Ramones and Matilda is "smacking Emmett's tushy" to the beat while he stirs the batter.
I'm sitting at a Denny's, waiting for my veggie burger. I really wish there was better food along route 80.
We're listening to the Ramones and Matilda is "smacking Emmett's tushy" to the beat while he stirs the batter.
At least she's not calling him Smacky the Man-Pony.
Schmacky the Man Pony!!!
Never fails to make me giggle.
At least she's not calling him Smacky the Man-Pony.
So true!
They are currently discussing whether her head would be delicious with butter and syrup on it.
Also, Emmett changed the lyrics to "53rd and 3rd" to a song about pancakes.
I've also noticed that passersby stopping to wave and say hello to my little boy is apparently independent of culture. People everywhere find him irresistably adorable.
I, for one, believe yours is the best parentage for our future overlord.
It might be a math error...Hush you. You are harshing my mellow. With that, I am at the dealership. Did not wake at 7 to get here first. Woke at 10, and exhausted. Tons of spoons to ND!!
Service rep hasn't a clue what problem is until they check it. That won't be until at least 2. Waiting for shuttle service to take me home so i can sleep, shower, and eat.
Argh. I just spent an hour wrapping my mom's gifts (I get weirdly obsessive, which would be fine if I didn't always wait until the last minute) and am now eating a quick bite before heading to the post office and then JF. Man, I wish I didn't have to go. My hip is killing me again, and I don't think riding a bike 35 minutes each way is going to help.