I want a margarita with jalapeños in it! I suppose I have all the ingredients for a margarita and I have jalapeños, but it doesn't seem right to make one for myself. And shimmered, just shut it. You're not fat. Not even a little bit. You're gorgeous and I love you. That is all.
That may be the booze talking. I'll hold you to it when you're sober Otakon is going on in Baltimore and The Husband and MiniMe are working it. Cosplay girls walking around at least make it interesting.
Is that why you're not wearing any pants? Because none of them fit any more? I feel your pain... and drown it in super strong Gin and Tonics and a killer Key Lime Pie that a friend had delivered to me. Seriously... an overnight pie delivery from Toronto. Purolator rocks.
Honestly between full time school and the monster of a schedule my household has, I've neglected my fitness. It's not good for me either. I'm just squishy is all. That fourth csection did some damage. So did the dislocated ribs and broken sternum. Bleh. It could also be that I want some fucking pie delivered.
Gotta say, I'm loving Sci-Fi Fridays... The Killjoys and Dark Matter are fun shows.... quite enjoyable.
Who doesn't want some pie delivered?! It's been almost three years since I expelled the least kid (via c-section) and there has been very little fitness involved. I've run a little but it's been a bit since I've even done that. Small children require a lot of work. I'm lucky enough to get off work at noonish every day but even I'm excited for school to start next week for the oldest one.
I don't even like Key Lime Pie and I'm jealous. I almost baked cookies at 3 this morning because I wanted something sweet.
I just need to workout every morning at 0600. My friends bought me margaritas with jalapeños in them.
I came home tonight to find bird #3's remnants strewn around the house. Behold... feathers. Took me 10 minutes to find the actual bird and dispose of it.
Clearly your cat doesn't love you as much as my cat loves me. Having said that, it's still disgusting and I'd prefer for no person or animal to ever lick my face. And Nett, that's what happens when you let your indoor cat go outdoors. It's the price you pay for fewer litter box cleanings. Dead animals dragged in from the outside.
If your cat loves you more than mine loves me, you have a seriously unhealthy relationship with that cat because Stella McCartney is obsessed with me.
I came home a couple of months ago and found a dead crow in the middle of my living room. Like fully grown, not a small bird. I'm not sure if that means something or he was so proud and wanted to show it off and I wasn't home so he left it for me to find.
I feel like all human/cat relationships are unhealthy to different degrees. Cats are the weirdest fucking pet there ever was. Random but true, I remember watching Robin Williams Live on Broadway my junior year of high school with my best friend and his girlfriend and my crush at the time who is now married to my sister. I dodged that bullet, I can't say the same for my sister.