sj, squirmy baby feet are a challenge to anyone.
Oh, I know. It's just I realize I have no idea how to pull up shoes over a soft heel. It never feels like it's completely in the shoe.
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sj, squirmy baby feet are a challenge to anyone.
Oh, I know. It's just I realize I have no idea how to pull up shoes over a soft heel. It never feels like it's completely in the shoe.
Oh, man, I HATE it when I get hit with reminders that I really don’t have my shit together as much as I wish I did. I had a really bad reminder this weekend.
I'm cold. And I ordered Indian food, and it came, and it wasn't vegan even though I'd ordered it vegan. And then I had to make two phone calls and talk to three people in order to get a refund. And making the phone calls made me miss the beginning of The Flash.
Trying to decide what to do with the non-vegan food. I could offer it to my neighbors, but that seems weird, so I'll probably just end up throwing it out, which seems wasteful.
I could offer it to my neighbors, but that seems weird
My neighbors have offered me their non-vegetarian food before, when they've accidentally gotten some. I appreciate it and find it a decent solution to the dual problems of (a) not throwing away food and (b) I don't cook. But we're already friendly, so I can see how it might feel uncomfortable if you don't already know each other.
I know them a little bit, but not really well enough to feel comfortable with that. Plus, I'm already in pajamas, and I don't feel like changing into real clothes.
The part of this order that is vegan is really spicy. I could choose from a spice scale from 0 to 10, and I went with 3. Usually, I like moderately spicy stuff, but this is really hot. I can't imagine what 10 would be.
I had a really bad reminder this weekend.
I'm sorry to hear this. But you have come a long way and are doing well in so many ways. Try to not get too hung up on the rough bits.
I had a really bad reminder this weekend.
Was it me?!
I'm sorry, Tom.
I'm sorry, bonny. I saw your post before you deleted, but I wasn't sure what to say.