Laura, I don't know how to think my way through this, but you don't need me to think. I'm behind you all the way, and vibing the best for your son.
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.
Thank you. Hanging in a parking lot waiting for him on another interview. He's 27 going on 17 in so many ways.
You've probably seen, or at least heard about, the shared bicycles and scooters ... well, there's a new option ... supposedly starting up in San Francisco. Should be highly entertaining on the hills.
The only thing that surprises me about that is that the company isn't based in Portland, then again, that will probably be a shared unicycle company.
I saw something about that either yesterday or early this morning, Toddson. My first thought was April Fools Joke, the I remembered it's June.
I feel like I would be less likely to hurt myself on a zip line than a pogo stick. For what that's worth.
I'm 75% sure that company was founded on a bet.
My cat Sophie honored me with a prey tribute yesterday. I was sitting in my recliner reading and vaguely noticed she was leaping about enthusiastically. I thought it was just one of her many toys and didn't really pay attention to her antics.
Eventually she trotted off on her important cat business. When I lowered the footrest I discovered she had placed a dead bird exactly where it would be between my feet when I got up.
She heard me get up and rushed back into the room, full of pride and excitement over her wonderful gift. Of course I felt bad about the poor little bird, but I know my adorable pet is a stone cold predator who brought me some fresh caught food. So I praised her prowess and thanked her and told her I would make bird stew for dinner.
We had chicken.
Good cat mommy.