I'd make some sort of smart remark, but I think I just pulled something after getting my feet entangled in the packing material from my new crockpot.
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 tripped over my own feet last week and sprained my ankle.
Banged head on washing machine.
there's a place on Frenchmen Street here that makes "tot-chos" (I think they spell them tachos, though, which to my mind doesn't incorporate enough tot in the name) which are tots with melted cheese and salsa and sour cream and the like.
I had those Friday night! So good.
Hi Seska! Hope your move goes as painlessly as possible.
I haz an amyth and it is awesome.
An amyth is indeed an awesome thing to have.
It seems like random power cords have been my downfall lately, so to speak.
waves hi enthusiastically at Seska.
Today was my son's 22nd birthday. I tell ya, when they are little the parties are cute, but a ton of work, the in between ones are okay because it is pretty clear what they want and don't need the big party thing anymore, now at this age it is more annoying because I have to not nag him so much for a day. His dad made him breakfast and we replaced his broken phone. He has broken So Many Phones. Now he is out with his friends bowling and getting trashed no doubt. Joy.
Then when you get to my age it is party time again! At least this year.
I cut up my hands changing a furnace filter.
No fair, I want amyth too.
And while I was making cookies, I had to take off the bandaid I had on my finger. It was there because I got a cut from a tag while trying on jeans today.
I cut most of my face off while attempting to teach myself hydroelectric dynamo repair. It was in a hurricane and I was buried deep under the swamps of New Jersey with only a flimsy barricade of splintered apple crates and the dead bodies of my mercenary crew between me and an army of radioactive Duck Dynasty fans.
Okay, not ALL of that is true, but I wanted to feel included.
Please, you wish you were clumsy like us.
Nobody uses dynamos anymore.
Crazed radioactive Duck Dynasty fans do.
Granted, they think the dynamos are a carnival ride, but there's no accounting for dumb.