What Laura said! Have a wonderful birthday.
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.
Thanks! We're a little sleep deprived but that's what caffeine is for. We went to the farmers market and now we're at a cafe. All sans baby. We're also theoretically going out to dinner without her tonight.
So far the Hamilton soundtrack is awesome!
I go out for a few hours without the baby, and when I come home she has learned to climb stairs.
All part of the ninja assassin training.
They are swearing they didn't try to teach her. She just did it.
I'm trying to decide what to make for dinner. I'm missing one ingredient for everything I can think of to make. (I could go out to get the missing ingredients, I know. But it's raining, and I don't feel like it.)
I go out for a few hours without the baby, and when I come home she has learned to climb stairs.
Oh the places she'll go! I'll never forget making the bed and glancing out the window to find 18 mo Bobby climbing a ladder up to the roof of our house. He was a stacker too. There was nothing he wouldn't get into. (don't mean to scare you!)
Aren't first children supposed to sit still and read books?
Oh, good grief. My mother is messaging me to talk about my feelings about Israel. (As usual, my feelings are wrong.)
OK, I think I've convinced my mother that I'm not actually advocating for the destruction of the state of Israel.