Kids adapt.
Exactly! And everyone's opinions except you and TCG simply do not matter.
Book ,'Serenity'
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Kids adapt.
Exactly! And everyone's opinions except you and TCG simply do not matter.
Hey, y'all.
I know I've not been here in pixels often over the past couple of years, but I have been here in heart. And I know I really have no ... right, for lack of a better, to be bossy and declarative.
However.
I hereby make the Empirical Decree "No One Else". No-the-fuck-one else. Goddammit. And, as I told Cash, I'm doing a shot of Jack to seal it and make it so.
So ... just ... stay. Please.
(Shit hit me whilst Buff-Diving tonight.)
Co-signed, Aims. *hugs*
And, as I told Cash, I'm doing a shot of Jack to seal it and make it so.
SA and I were chatting last night and she went to drink some whiskey in honor of Ginger and I suggested that would be even better with her tiara on. So she did.
I think we might need a Whiskey and Tiara toast to Ginger this week.
Thirded Aims.
I was a leash kid. My next younger sister is only 11 mos younger than me. In fact, from the 6th until the 28th we are the same age. Anyway, I was the kind of kid who started running the second I was on 2 feet. So, I got leashed for my own protection. that was 59 years ago.
Now to come up with a proper snarky response for the other thing.
I swear, at least once, I would look at the leash, look at the kid, shriek a little, and cry, "Where'd my dog go?"
Co-signed, Aims. *hugs*
Yeah.
I just had a crying meltdown on the phone with my BFF. I never do that. I'm exhausted now. All the stuff that needs to get done tomorrow may have to do itself.
I swear, at least once, I would look at the leash, look at the kid, shriek a little, and cry, "Where'd my dog go?"
Yes!
No the other thing being the barely contained shock people seem to have every time they realize ltc is mine.
I'm sorry about the meltdown, Zen. About everything.
If the Enpress declares it. It must be so.
No the other thing being the barely contained shock people seem to have every time they realize ltc is mine.
That just blows my mind. Seriously, I have experienced shock at SOME people becoming parents, but ltc hit the parental jackpot in my opinion.
I think we might need a Whiskey and Tiara toast to Ginger this week.
Not a whiskey drinker, but I could make an exception.
Yikes, time for me to go to bed now. I was up too late last night and I need my sleepy time. G'night Bitches.
I think we might need a Whiskey and Tiara toast to Ginger this week.
I have some Wild Turkey 101 just waiting for a reason to drink it. And I have not only my tiara, but also the bunny ears from the picture that's been propagating on FB.