Yay on the impending auntie-hood, Vortex! And having it at home? Your SiL is a brave (or crazed, not sure which) lady.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
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.
Hurrah for Aunt-hood!
keeping the location secret.
I read this as "keeping the lactation secret" but my life does tend to revolve around nursing these days, and I am seriously short on sleep today because the dog puked on our bed last night . . . twice. The first time we changed the sheets. The second time we changed beds and finished the night in the spare bedroom.
I cannot believe I have to go back to work next week!