Monthly Archives: March 2011
Aren’t you a bit short For a Chippendale dancer? Get him a step stool. Advertisements
Mr. 507 (five-Ohhhhhh-seven!) did indeed “come over” last night. Twice in fact… almost three times. *wink* And really all I can say is: Wow. Just…….. wow. I haven’t had sex like this in quite some time. And it wasn’t … Continue reading
So– remember my hot, hunky neighbor (Mr. 507) that I ended up chatting with on Scruff and he said that he’d like to get together when he gets back into town from his extended travel schedule? Well, he’s back. And … Continue reading
Let me just say for the record that I hate Foursquare. It’s probably because I just don’t get it. What’s the point? To me it seems like Friendster and a “You Are Here” mall kiosk had a retarded child. And then … Continue reading
A timely Crate & Barrel catalog and a fortuitous trip to the C&B store netted me my shelving solution: The shelves are a slate grey wash and were exactly the right width (with 1/2 inch to spare) to flank my … Continue reading
Konichiwa, my little fart blossoms! It’s been two weeks since the last comix installment– I bet you are jonesing! Well, here they are. An entire series of Family Circus, ribbed for your pleasure. And I left y’all a doozy to … Continue reading
So my “real” IKEA legs came in today. And now my desk looks more like I wanted: In time I will be adding a bolt-on drawer (or two), and possibly painting the top/edge. Better??
Well, not to beat a dead horse, but I *do* need to post the caption winnr. Now, while I did appreciate Drew’s comment about the guy being k.d. lang’s fanclub president and hairdresser, I was taken again by a lovely, … Continue reading
Guess what? I have an orchid that has buds and is getting ready to bloom! To most of you, this may not seem that big a deal, but to me it’s huge. Mainly because this is the FIRST orchid I’ve … Continue reading
Hey Rubright– guess what? I found my next ink design! Hrm… Where to put it? Daddy was so proud Something “new” for his princess On her wedding day. I’m just worried that There’s truth in advertising. Try Summer’s Eve, hon.