Today's cleaning project is my craft room/office/kitchen overflow. I have no idea what to call this space, but it's kind of become the place where boxes go until I collapse them so that I can take them out to the recycling bin, and that's not what it's for.
'Objects In Space'
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 haven't renamed any kitties...yet
Where Do All These Boxes Go is a recurring problem in any place I live.
ltc tried carrots today. So now I can truly say that ltc likes carrots.
ltc tried carrots today. So now I can truly say that ltc likes carrots.
Now comes the orange poop era.
We're already there with sweet potatoes and squash.
My neighbors are being very loud. I'm trying to work up the nerve to go ask them to keep it down. I'm not good at that.
OK. I went and asked them. That wasn't too bad. Though I had to knock on their door several times before they heard me.
They turned the music down and stopped shouting, but there's some kind of banging sound that's still going on.
I have made the BEST bacon and cheese omelette just now. You wish you were at my house.