The weight is another legitimate concern, bonny. I did bad things to my back when my 50-pound and 75-pound dogs were in their last illnesses.
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.
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What Teppy Said.
What Teppy Said.
Seconded.
Here's my outfit for the Mardi Gras Voodoo Carnival from Friday night (not pictured: long black skirt): [link]
Here's my outfit for the Mardi Gras Voodoo Carnival from Friday night (not pictured: long black skirt): [link].
To paraphrase the band Free, "They call you the Huntress...."
He should come to me! My house has no steps, is all tile, and I don't mind slobber! No, I'm glad he has a good person already, and yours will find you.
Hot, Tep!
Smokin', Teppy.
I am driving back from my aunt's 70th birthday party. I stuffed my belly full of lobster and clam chowder.
That sounds like much yum was had by all.
My dad's home from the hospital, yay! He had to go back in overnight Friday for blood transfusion.
Except for that part. It would be more recreational and less "Oh gosh, I hope that doesn't need to happen too often" if he were a vampire, but that would have its downsides, too. (sorry, I plead exhaustion from doing my taxes)
Thank Harvey for the validation. It's nice to hear from the kitty caucus.
Ya know, sometimes I joke about it, but this time... I started typing and suddenly there was purring cat in my arms. And he excused himself rather quickly after I hit post and kissed his forehead a few times. That purr was not about me.