Yeah, you are, Cashmere. If you're comfortable with it, whatever it turns out to be, that's what he needs.
Wash ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
I didn't really think about boys until high school. I was always baffled by teenage romance stories. Then I got to college and made up for lost time.
I would like hairpatted because I folded and put away the laundry today...the SAME DAMN DAY as when I did the laundry. I am a motherfucking laundry-folding BADASS.
Of course, then I immediately climbed into the bed and drank whiskey, so...
I am doing laundry AS WE SPEAK!
edit: Hairpats for Liese!
I put things away and cleaned a litter box and dog throw up. urg, why when I need to really clean do the animals vomit?
I think it's time for wine.
DH irons. I don't. He does a fantastic job. When I asked him where he learned, he said he did a search and found a website for trans women that really nailed the process in a way he could totally understand. I wish we still had it bookmarked because the blog was totally charming.
Too cool!
I will note that Emmett had no interest in girls romantically until he hit his growth spurt and his body was flooded with testosterone. So that was about 14-15.
I loath housework of every kind.
Why do you think I want minions? Besides the taking-over-the-world part, it means SOMEONE ELSE would do all the housework.
Go Liese! Go you with laundry!
I need to go pack. I keep staring at my packing list, worried that I've forgotten something.
I would say "They have shops in Denmark", but I fear many of your items would be harder to reasonably substitute.
Owen told me today that he thinks he's asexual. I picked him up from basketball practice and we were talking about the boys on the team. The subject of girlfriends came up and I asked him if he liked a girl. "No," he said. I asked him if he liked a boy. "No. I think I'm asexual."
We, too, shall see what puberty brings, but Lilly's fairly certain she's into girls.
God, I love Copenhagen. It is my very favorite city in the entire world. I wish I could live there!