Riley ,'Lessons'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I guess the question we are all dying to know the answer. What time did your mother call to let you know about it?
HAR. Actually, my brother called me and I called my mother. They're having the baby at home, but didn't tell my mother. She would flip out. She had enough issue with the birthing center.
Yay on the impending auntie-hood, Vortex! And having it at home? Your SiL is a brave (or crazed, not sure which) lady.
Honey-nut Cheerios:
I just dropped a bottle of wine in my garage. Didn't fall too far, so thankfully, didn't break into too many pieces. Also, thankfully, not a great bottle of wine, just a Rosemount Riesling. But now my garage smells like the aftermath of a drunken orgy with none of the fun to show for it.
Concrete floors are not optimal for drunken orgies.
speaking from experience there Gudanov?
No, I don't drink.
Yay Aunty Vortex! I regret not insisting on having a home birth. Way to go SIL. Good on them for keeping the location secret.
No, I don't drink.Hmmm, but no denial of the orgy on a concrete floor part. Very interesting...
:: strokes imaginary goatee ::
The only person that they were keeping it secret from was my mother. Everyone else would respect their choice.
Okay, can Monday be over already, please? Just went to unpack the stuff I bought at Walgreen's and discovered that a shampoo bottle came open in one of the bags. I now have a bottle of shampoo-flavored Tums.