'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
firefighter/pyromaniac (they nearly all are both)
Oh my, yes. All the firemen in my family are pyro!happy people.
Erika, I'm assuming you soaked your nails on those liquids, yes? Or did you just dab some on and wipe off? I've had good luck with soaking. Though I did have one polish that would stain my nails beyond my ability to remove but I loved the color. I finally had to give that one up. I am still bitter.
Nail buffer. You have to basically get rid of the top layer of nail to get rid of the stains.
I'm processing an Engineering Change Order that's numbered 23666. Every time it crosses my desk, I amuse myself thinking of it as "The ECO of The Beast".
Yes, I am easily amused.
My cat has been98 annoying the devil outta me all day, so I'm annoying him back by dlsfdplaying with his toes.
Murderbiscuit just got his first cat tree. Now he can plot death from above. We're doomed. But if it keeps him off the kitchen counter and baker's rack, I'll be happy.
Murderbiscuit and the Tree of Doom.
But if it keeps him off the kitchen counter and baker's rack, I'll be happy.
Narrator Voice: Stephanie would not be happy.
Oh god, it's so true.
Since he likes to go cause chaos in the kitchen, I told him to bring me a snack.
I have no snack. Ingrate.
Honestly. At least he could do the washing-up.