Watching a new to me show on HGTV: Good Bones. Mother-daughter house reno team in Indianapolis.
She didn't even touch her pumpkin. It's a freak with no face.
Willow ,'Help'
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
sumi - May 28, 2017 2:59:51 pm PDT #404 of 8185
Art Crawl!!!
smonster - May 28, 2017 7:34:59 pm PDT #405 of 8185
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Once again, I am juliana, but with slightly less coffee. I forgot to take my meds until 5 pm, which did not help.
WS, glad the lips are healing and much ~ma to DCJ's mom.
bonny, love, feel better.
There are not enough hours in the day, and I am hopelessly inefficient at using the ones I have.
Beverly - May 28, 2017 9:51:17 pm PDT #406 of 8185
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I love Good Bones! I didn't think their season started till next week! Off to On Demand.
sumi - May 29, 2017 10:53:51 am PDT #407 of 8185
Art Crawl!!!
Yes, I think a couple episodes of season 2 have happened but I'm still watching season 1.
Burrell - May 29, 2017 1:01:12 pm PDT #408 of 8185
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Congrats on the farmhouse, Scrappy, that sounds awesome!
sj - May 29, 2017 2:20:55 pm PDT #409 of 8185
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
ltc loves the butternut squash ravioli from Trader Joe's. And the real parmigiano reggiano.
Laura - May 29, 2017 3:50:56 pm PDT #410 of 8185
Our wings are not tired.
ltc loves the butternut squash ravioli from Trader Joe's. And the real parmigiano reggiano.
Can't fight the tasty.
quester - May 29, 2017 7:06:27 pm PDT #411 of 8185
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Timelies.
Haven't been around enough. but can't sleep and need to sleep so I took additional meds, waiting for them to work.
had a sudden attack of the lonleys and why-am-I-here's.
Holiday weekend spent alone. no invitations from family who live in town. I'm treated like a live-far-away and only can see twice-a-year relative. seeing the pictures of family having fun that I'm never invited to just hits like a gut-punch sometimes.
sorry for the pity-party. just needed to say it out loud, at least write it out.
WindSparrow - May 29, 2017 7:13:33 pm PDT #412 of 8185
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
That would bug me, too, quester.
Zenkitty - May 29, 2017 7:39:10 pm PDT #413 of 8185
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Geez, quester, that's not a pity party. That's rotten of them to do that.