Willow ,'Chosen'
[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.
Dear ice cream with chunky things in it,
Right up there with those paper cups in Pepperidge Farm's cookie bags. "Well, let me tidy up and throw away this piece of paper... MOAR COOKIES"
Awesome. D's left a message on my phone inquiring about a Christmas present he's sent to Ryan. No mention of anything that's transpired this year. Just what I want to deal with tonight.
This sketch? Classic for a reason:
Right up there with those paper cups in Pepperidge Farm's cookie bags. "Well, let me tidy up and throw away this piece of paper... MOAR COOKIES"
RIGHT????
I *thought* Em was too young to remember Bourbon Street. Apparently, I was wrong. She asked a girl in her class if she could see her boobs today.
At least it was "boobs" instead of "tits"?
Looking for silver lining.
I *thought* Em was too young to remember Bourbon Street. Apparently, I was wrong. She asked a girl in her class if she could see her boobs today.
They grow up so fast....
We've been hit this week, too. You may remember that our flame-point cat, Arthur, went into kidney failure last spring. With medication and regular fluids, he'd stabilized -- his kidney values were still high, but not that high. He went in for bloodwork earlier this week, and it looks like things have gotten worse again. Fluids have gone from every other night to every night, and we may be talking about a kidney transplant soon.
Oh, dear, Fred. Kidney ~ma to Arthur. Flame on, kitty.
Yikes, no fun. Kitty~ma, Fred.
Kitty~ma, Fred. So sorry you are dealing with this.
Much cat~ma to Arthur. I hope you can get things turned around.
Kitty~ma, Fred.
Poor kitty.
I am feeling a little barfy and have a bit of a headache. Bleh.