Those boots are sugar.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
Strix, you should come to new Orleans labor day weekend instead. I'll be there!
I think I ran out of spoons. And boxes. Well, I have three left. But need more. Since tomorrow is otherwise spoken for, I buy boxes on Saturday.
I really like Portland today. Given that I dealt with infuriating people, schedules that didn't work like I wanted, traffic and cried in public, I think I am just at that "no spoon" place. Maybe I just realized that I set an appointment for next Friday afternoon at my new place. And, thus, I need to be there. By then. Crap.
I am going to shower, forage for a snack and pack up my nail polish.
(Spoiler Alert: they love each other very much.)
As well they should; they're both amazing.
Just dropped a spoonful of fudge syrup and ice cream into my cleavage. This is why I need a boyfriend, for full use of moments like this.
Strix, you should come to new Orleans labor day weekend instead. I'll be there!
You are a pussy-tease, meara! I would LOVE to. The 1st to the 4th is $157.50. But we have to buy M's return ticket and 1 adult RT ticket to PA and back to KCI...unless I rake in gigs, there's no way, and I am SAD SAD SAD.
Zen, as they say in other parts of the Interwebs: "Pics or it didn't happen."
Those boots are adorable, but I know that style of heel means doom for me.
Curse you for making me look at NOLA flights Labor Day! I can't afford it. Totally want to, though.
sj, people are stupid about disability. Best wishes for pregnancy!
Fried oyster is good but raw oyster is divine!
Family story time. Back when Dad was fresh off the farm he joined the navy for WWII. While moving from one US posting to the next he had some time between trains and saw an oyster bar in the station. Farms in the upper peninsula of Michigan have many fine things--rutabagas, cabbages, apples--but they are woefully short on oysters, so Dad decided to try them. The guy at the bar cracked open the nice, fresh oysters for Dad, sprinkled them with a bit of hot sauce, and Dad sucked down a solid dozen. He loved them! So he turned to the guy and said, "These are great! How did you cook 'em?"