Today we're digging through old files all day. Pandora is cranked up to a Big Band station, and we've all placed bets on how long before a country song sneaks into the playlist. (My guess? 90 minutes.)
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.
Still preferable to the ones that forget that part.
Or that change their mind partway through.
Teppy, good news about your health care! Best of luck with your last couple of weeks at work.
I'm unexpectedly babysitting today. I guess I should clean up before G gets here.
we've all placed bets on how long before a country song sneaks into the playlist.
It's the music of pain.
I think enough clean up has been accomplished that G's dad won't be completely horrified to leave him here for a couple of hours.
Job~ma, Maria!
A hysterically crying 4 year old was just dropped off at my house. I'm currently bribing him with Team Umizoomi and junk food.
That would totally work for me.
It's not working here.