erin that's great (the pilot not the other).
Penny tried to jump on my shoulder today and if there had been a camera around it would have been youtube gold.
She was on the coffee table, stretching up demanding to be petted and I was half heartedly petting her. And suddenly she made this leap for my shoulder, missed, dug her back claws on the top of one boob and slide off. Luckily her claws are trimmed and I had a shirt on.
When she was a kitten she tried to jump on my chest/cleavage several times and made it because - kitten! now that she's about 7 lbs, it doesn't work so well.
She was acting very needy because I'd left her alone for a few hours running errands and getting my hair cut.
Vermont is going to have a very bad Memorial Day weekend. Lots of rain and cold. There's already been flooding, sections of roads washed away and one home destroyed.
I am *highly* entertained by this discussion. It was like reading a book. I first consumed specifics and learned all kinds of new things, then the discussion took flight with a pilot.
I assume you all know how to do this already BUT...
water marbling technique for nails.
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We're on vacation! A little mini vacation a couple hours from home. The weather is miserable, but the hotel is lovely.
I actually got hit on this week. We aren't going to happen. As cute and complimentary as he is he's twelve years younger and a Marine.(my mother would more cheerfully support sexual reassignment surgery, I think.)
Do I look like the type to bring to the Marine Ball? I doubt it. But I never get hit on, and he's a Facebook FOF.
Erin, glad to hear things are good with the pilot! Nice. And glad you're able to get physical therapy. It's very common.
Getting hit on is fun in its own right.
Do I look like the type to bring to the Marine Ball? I doubt it.
There would be other people in wheelchairs at a Marine ball... though I don't suppose they'd be fucking hippies.
le n, I've always wanted to try that, but never have.
sj, glad you are enjoying a little getaway.
erika, kind of yay?
I spent $32 at the grocery store and I don't know what to eat. I suck at menu planning. The plan was to spend under $25 so I could get a $25 produce box from the farmers' market, but I screwed that pooch. I got some canned beans, but... nothing sounds good and I don't want to be in my house and I cannot BELIEVE how fucking clueless my friend N is. I wish I could twinkle my nose and Freaky Friday him into the Lower Ninth Ward with a minimum wage job, an invalid mother at home, and a kid with special needs.
Help me. I'm stuck on the phone with my faux niece. She's reading her vampire fiction to me. She's 15. It is as expected. Oh, now she's describing her face to me and explaining how to achieve her current look.
Where. Is. Your. Mother.
