It’s actually very simple, Kim. I don’t.

I definitely want to do a dual session to get it going, I'm just not sure how to bring it up.

We went to a Japanese/Panamanian fusion restaurant this evening and this was the dessert I was given. It made me confused and angry.

Oh yes it’s terrible, insufferable. Skip the book, watch the movie and hate that instead - much more efficient.

I thought people liked it! I thought it had become a thing! No?

I am almost completely incapable of blurbing these basket cases. I find them endlessly fascinating.

My absolute favorite part of the show:

That is still not a word

.... she wears corsets, heels, and outfits that strain her body. I’m having a hard time feeling sorry for that.

I will try to stay brief but it has been an interesting week. Thursday before last Big Foot complained of a toothache. She wanted the dentist then she did not then she did. Friday morning- she is “dying” but her dentist is closed and no one is taking new patients on a fast basis. Sunday night/early Monday morning this…

In the spirit of my pregnant tweedle dee/dum photo...My husband and I were cracked out on soooooo little sleep this week that this happened:

A few months ago, I posted here about health issues I was having. I finally saw a rheumatologist, and, yes, I do have a disorder. I have the test results, and they point toward something fairly rare, but the symptoms all fit what I’ve been going through.

Really down, today. First beautiful stretch of days where I live, and everyone I know is travelling for the weekend with a significant other, and I am home alone. The place seems deserted.

People are always trying to police my tits. YOU CANT HOLD THESE TITS DOWN!

Not the 90s, but I had Charlie and Babe from the 70s. I don’t remember if they smelled bad or not, but the commercials were totally nauseating and so disco 70s.

Also this in the mid-90's. Perhaps not so bad in small doses, but I drenched myself in that shit.