what did they do now – or better yet, What did you do to them…
Sorry. Wrong text box.
**wields shield in front of her chest…** Kris hon…. Wanna go for some cookies and milk????
Thank G*d it is not friday yet here!
What is it this time honey?? Is the colour coordination from your book shelves a mess??
Yikes. Umm. Mojo.
I'm just so tired. I'm tired of driving, tired of dragging my suitcase to hotel rooms and tired of spending money I shouldn't be. Sigh.
Chris, why does the universe hate me so? It's so mean to me. 😦
EH: I DID NOTHING! I was having a relatively okay week and then Thursday happened. I think all days beginning with 'T' should be banned.
Move to NL and speak Dutch. no day will start with a 'T'
I DID NOTHING…
Why do I not believe this…
****la la la la la***
That's what three long meetings will do to you, Sweetie!!! AND because I know you don't suffer fools well, I think it is time they moved out of your sphere…
I feel a boozey lunch coming up!!!!!
FV! WHERE ARE YOU, FV????
Where did she go??
Miranda: Are you messing with me?
You are, aren't you.
Cecile: *sniffles* plz to be bring me cookies.
Ingrid: “What is it this time honey?? Is the colour coordination from your book shelves a mess??”
Tam: Is the end in sight? When do you head home?
Ingrid: Thank you for the invitation, but I'm still not talking to you.
EH: I'm not talking to you either.
Mumma: I hate people so much. Why can't they leave me alone? 😦
“I feel a boozey lunch coming up!!!!!”
Man, I'm out of the loop AGAIN.. I don't get it.. What the hell is wrong with Friday Kris?
I fucking love Friday!
I know I should continue lurking and be done with it. O_O
veri word: amilie (I think there was a movie by that name)
**Cecile takes Kris' hand and brings her to a mountain of cookies ~ in all sort of delicious positions**
Kris honey… FV is hiding cuz she is scare of you when you get like this??
Mumma J is right… boozey lunch would be great!
Come on honey… I will make sure they all leave you alone…
Lea: Venting allows you to purge the shit of the week out of your system so you can enjoy the weekend.
Cecile: *sniffles* Make them stop picking on me, Cecile…
Oh, interesting theory!
Are you purged? I hope so.
Hear Hear…. This is Cecile speaking… It is a matter of urgency I speak to you…
**Strikes Moses Staff look a like to ground**
STOP PICKING ON HER… She has had a really bad day…
Now come Kris, let's go have that boozey lunch!
Hey, if you want to see a picture of a gigantic ass on the back of a bus you can visit my blog for a minute and vent at the butt..
veriword: prokeyem – I think this is part of what you just said..
Cecile: Thank you! You are my favourite minion of the month! *smooches & snuggles*
Lea: “veriword: prokeyem – I think this is part of what you just said..”
Quite possibly. LOL. *off to look at a bus butt*
Oh, dear. *hugs*
I say flip the universe the ol' birdy. It probably won't know what to do with it, but it's the thought that counts. 🙂
Here, have some ice cream 🙂
Bridget: I've been doing that for nearly 36 years. I beginning to loose faith in the exercise. 😛
JenB: Are deliberately trying to remind me how old I am by making me sign into the over 18 years old thing?! You know how I feel about that!
*races off to the cookie jar to find Kris the perfect cookie…because everyone needs a cookie when they have the sad*
*races off to cookie jar*
I recommend chocolate.
Orannia: Awww. You are so good to me. *ships off to check email*
Kaetrin: One word. Diet. It's like the Universe is conspiring against me or something.
Mmmmmmmm… lunch…. bottle of red… one gigantic whinge………. Is my Sissy feeling any better?
Veri: diesses assessing the way we allow people to die??????
The internet thinks you look young, dear. It's a compliment. *pets*
Mumma: It was good to vent. Thank you. *smooches & snuggles*
JenB: Nice try.
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