You can tell it's not me, because I say dirigible.
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.
HAHAHAHAHA
(Psssssssst $3,000.00!!!!!!!!)
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Gooo teeeaaaaamm GINGER!
You can tell it's not me, because I say dirigible.
Splitter!
Also...
(Psssssssst $3,000.00!!!!!!!!)
WOO HOO!!! Treats for Mr. Peabody!
wow, LOTS of noms for Mr. Peabody.
Go Team Ginger!
Cool.
There is still stuff not packed which means I have to come back up on Sunday to finish packing. Which is fine, because I'm being lazy and maybe being in the new place will make this seem real.
I also have to run by the credit union before I head to work to change my address. And then I have to start changing my billing address on stuff online. And I have to call the DMV and ask if I can change my address/get an enhanced license at the same time.
And I'm feeling slightly bitchy which, I hope, won't bleed into work, becuase no one likes a bitchy cashier - especially the cashier's supervisor.
I want to be bitchy about Tim Tebow on FB but I don't want family members to think I'm being anti Christian (I have that rep a bit with some family). But Tebow's been shut out of being a NFL quarterback for the THIRD TIME. I'm pretty sure that's a sign from God! The saying when God closes a door, he opens a window - well he's closed three doors on Tebow, I'm pretty sure it's time Tebow goes looking for that window.
I'm pretty sure it's time Tebow goes looking for that window.
And...meow!! Well done. A damned shame your FB family can't appreciate a good poke. I'm pretty sure Jehovah can handle it.
Four ack emma. Headache of the type which I used to describe as a sinus headache but is probably a mild migraine. Coffee and aspirin duly ingested. Sammie cat has come to inquire as to my intentions for returning to bed.