My dad and I don't have a great relationship. He isn't a bad guy but he isn't a very good dad. I agreed to have lunch with him tomorrow and I think he is bringing his new girlfriend. I'm dreading it so I'm drinking tonight
I think I'm going to go online shopping. I shouldn't but...this day, man. Actually the whole week. This whole ever since it started snowing a foot every 2-4 days bullshit. And now my kid is sick. My husband's current job is a huge PITA. Booze chocolate and shopping. It's happening.
Post by bibliothecary on Feb 18, 2017 20:30:02 GMT -5
Sitting on the porch in my underwear, drinking whisky that I stole from my nana's liquor cabinet (which still had the child locks on it from my childhood). This is obviously a high point for me.
"I can't fathom a reason that you'd lie. But people also inject cement and superglue in their asses, so sometimes I'm just at a loss about people's decision-making abilities."-rocksforludo
I loved the book, and I adore Emily Blunt. So I assume I will love the movie.
Mh got me the book for Christmas. I haven't had a chance to read it yet but we've already seen the movie. I'm glad you liked the book. I'm excited to read it.
Post by seadragon2013 on Feb 18, 2017 20:52:05 GMT -5
Basement tv has been purchased to be picked up at Best Buy tomorrow. We signed up for two months of Sling (yay HGTV and baseball!!!) to get the free Roku. It's the third time we've done the Sling deal for a Roku in the past year and a half...hopefully they don't catch on and deny us.
Get a leash that goes around your waist too, it is better for balance on rough terrain. We just let our dogs run here, but mine is a scaredy cat and has really good recall.
Does this post trigger any salacious memories for you, bibliothecary? Edited because I'm a dumb dumb.
I had a saddle and crop that I used for one guy. He was so skinny that I couldn't get the saddle to sit right and it kept sliding to the left. I covered by stomping on his hands to regain balance. Stupid fucking saddle.
Edit: a lot of this stuff sounds funny or awkward when I think back on it. But it was seriously annoying. All I could think was "I'm going to fall off this asshole, smack my head on something, get a concussion, and have to go to the ER in a bustier and robe. And then my mom is going to have to come get me, because you can't drive with a concussion. STUPID FUCKING SADDLE GONNA KILL ME."
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