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Why can't the rest of my family like Chipotle?
Always, no, no, never, post sleep depraved.
Oh shut up, we had a whole hour ya big sook.
Yeah, well I'm not the one replying to himself you know, I'm off to bed, you can do whatever the hell you want.
Hmmm, sounds like a psychotic break is sort of like a vacation with the in-laws. . .
Woohoo! Yay! yippee! yahoo! I am finally done with the Dorothy costume which has become the bane of my very existence. Ha! Eat that Butterick pattern and Singer sewing machine companies! Despite your best efforts to break my spirit and that nasty needle through the thumb incident I emerge victorious with the stupid costume finished a whole day ahead of trick or treat. I am seamstress! Hear me roar!
Pics please.
Do not talk to me about sewing right now. I had an *incident* last night. Sewed on binding, 240 inches of it, upside down. I wish I could reach to kick my own butt.
"If it's not one thing, it's another."
Obviously, otherwise it would be the same thing.
Which is worse, I wonder?
What, could be worse.
Clitoris, The Greek God of hide and seek.
I had one this morning, (random thought) a really good one, but it wented away.