Guess what I did this week? Noooooothing. I think I have junioritis. And now tonight I must go mingle with my recently-converted friend's sorostitute buddies for her 21st birthday. AND I'm the DD, which means nothing to numb the excruciating annoyance of a room full of party dresses bought with daddy's credit card.
I have 2 foster pigs coming after Christmas and nowhere to put them, which means half the stuff on my Christmas list is along the lines of hutch, hay rack, water bottles, etc. The good news is that I just miraculously found permanent homes for a bonded trio of elderly unspayed female rabbits. Ah, the joys of small animal rescue.
And now I will leave you with the reason men are afraid to come near me--because I often leave them in this state:
I have 2 foster pigs coming after Christmas and nowhere to put them, which means half the stuff on my Christmas list is along the lines of hutch, hay rack, water bottles, etc. The good news is that I just miraculously found permanent homes for a bonded trio of elderly unspayed female rabbits. Ah, the joys of small animal rescue.
And now I will leave you with the reason men are afraid to come near me--because I often leave them in this state:
aprioriangelo:
Meh. I guess "send it to me" wasn't really supposed to mean mail. Mail sucks. You give a when and where, and I'm there. I might even rhyme. 
aprioriangelo:
Eww. I'll buy you coffee.