Not just that he cannot figure out how the clothes work front, back, straps, etc.
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.
Of course not.
Admittedly some baby clothes have closings not found in adult clothing. I remember being flummoxed with a couple onesies that were more like wrap dresses.
My homework is eating my lunch.
If I get my dog to eat my homework, he will have eaten my lunch.
Also, thundersnow.
Also, thundersnow which makes the power go out. I disapprove. But I did manage to properly shut down both the studio and the backup NAS. However, this means no more homework. Which is probably good. Because 2:30 am.
Thundersnow sounds fun, but power outages and homework don't so much.
Metaphorical lunch? I hope your power came back.
Your lunch was your homework?
There's a light fresh floral scent wafting through my house. I don't where it's coming from, and it's bugging me. My house should smell like cats and old sofas.