IOcatN, Harvey is giving me a soulfully disappointed look that the window he is sitting in is not open.
I had the a/c running all last week due to extreme hotness outside, and Amarna was getting sooo frustrated with the balcony door being closed. She just sat in front of it and scratched at it with one paw, looking back at me as if to say, "Mommy, open it now!!"
I'd love to let her outside on days like today, but she's been strictly an indoor cat since I got her, and I'm afraid she'll do a dive while aiming for the tree branches not too far from my balcony railing (three stories up).
If smonster's boobs have hands, I am worried.
I assure you they do not. Talk about hands in new places!
wondering which was boomer the whole time.
And I'm just going to let you keep wondering...
Just as well, can you imagine the enormous PITA it would have been to find graphics software that could handle the data conversion so you could print 'em once you woke up?
No kidding!
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Did my boobs kill the thread? Bad Starbuck, bad Boomer.
Help, I've run out of internets!
Bad Starbuck, bad Boomer.
(snerk)
Yes, yes they are. Bad, that is. NO NOT YOUR BOOBS.
Wait - why am *I* talking about someone's boobs?
Jilli? What's happening?
Smonster's Starbuck and Boomer surely did not kill the thread. No doubt people are lost in thought.
There's something in the air in Bitches, Stunt Husband.
And Bitches claims another one. Bwah ha hah!
Considering my last roommate situation (with a friend named Wendy) had a wireless network with the SSID of "Wendy's House O' Bitches", this isn't terribly surprising.
But. Still.
A WOMAN'S ANATOMY. My faux-Victorian sensibilities are SHOCKED.
SHOCKED I TELL YOU.
See those capitals? My sensibilities are up in arms!
