I, too, am not alone in my strangeness. Not that I tuck strangers' tags in, but I will tell a stranger her slip is showing. And when I woke up this morning, there was a piece of conversation heart candy smack in the middle of my keyboard - "Soul Mate". What a happy way to start out the day.
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.
That reminds me of this comic: [link].
Ha!
So nice to see Cindy's pixels in the morning. Even when she's sticking her thumb in my eye, I know she's doing it with love.
Hi Cindy! I'm sure I have responses to your awesome post but there Is no coffee in this house. Oops. Somehow I saw her point out the coffee maker and my brain told me there was coffee too. Dang.
That was a fun catch up. Nice meara.
Dear supervisor - it's cold and rainy and we can't do this work in the rain. Please just give us the word to pull off and work our other site. Kthxbye.
Oh Sail, so sorry to hear about Tucker. This really has been a brutal winter!
I'm reading parts of dissertation on historical subject. The writer didn't separate primary sources from secondary sources.
There's gotta be an extra special branch in hell for these folks.
We know child molesters and people who talk in the theater go to the special hell. So the extra special hell is for historians who muddle their historical documents and... who else goes there?
who else goes there?
The person(s) responsible for the propagation of the misuse of the word "literal."
Also, the inventor of the elliptical machine, but that may just be my sore bottom talking.