That crazy Mercury went retrograde today and doesn’t go direct until November 6.
This is an excellent time to finish things, but not so great for starting them.
More Aries advice: Back up your computers.
Who goes there? Please leave comments so (An Aries Knows)!
That crazy Mercury went retrograde today and doesn’t go direct until November 6.
This is an excellent time to finish things, but not so great for starting them.
More Aries advice: Back up your computers.
If I can go through the rest of my life without hearing the phrase “sends the wrong message to children” or any variation thereof, that would be dandy.
Henceforth, any piece of writing that contains that phrase or any variation thereof will immediately be disregarded by me.
Thank you.
Dear Marika,
You must not berate me for not having them on display. They are safely packed away in the attic because it’s a zillion times more important to me that Tim be comfortable in his apartment than that these be displayed (and trust me, with a couple of hundred of them, there’s NO room inside my bungalow, but their existence is why the TimLair was formerly called “The Doll House”).
You Are Not Stupid |
You got 10/10 questions right! While acing this quiz doesn’t prove you’re a genius, you’re at least pretty darn smart. |
Give me one line, one line only, from a favorite song or poem, that contains a visual image.
Thank you.
I just got an e-mail offering me an owner’s manual for my cock, and I realized…
I don’t get many forwards in my e-mail, and I send out even less. This one came from someone (1) who was actually IN my house last night watching TV (“Survivor” is back!) and (2) with whom I had JUST discussed durable medical powers of attorney. So I was lured into thinking it was real, then it cracked me up.
Last night, my friend and I were sitting in the living room and I said to her, “I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.”
She got up, unplugged the TV, and threw out my wine.
She’s such a bitch…..
Can it possibly turn out to be a good day when it begins thus:
1. You awake with a horrific cramp in your leg and spend the next hour limping around like a Gunsmoke character?
2. You know that coffee will save your soul and find a note from your spouse on the counter that says, Coffeemaker died?
I’ll post tonight and let you know if it got better. But I can’t promise another snappy French title.
I just realized that I haven’t worn high heels for twenty-one years.
This is probably why I can’t write chick lit.