A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Not sure what "fillegal" is but I like today. I get to sleep in a bit on Friday's. And workload is a bit more under control. I do have to work a bit this w/e but it shouldn't be too bad.
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I don't know what fillegal is either or how it got there. I swear I don't remember it being there last night.
Oh well.
I will call it "whimsical" and pretend it's on purpose.
Fillegal now means fanciful and whimsical and legal all rolled into one.
Speaking of which, I was dreaming I was on Dancing With The Stars. I don't even watch that show.
But I was a returning champion competing against others in the first dance of. My partner, should I win would Valentine. And we were in what felt like a high school auditorium.
My problem was that I lost the paper with my song and number. I didn't know when to go on and Eric Roberts was a judge.
Weird.....
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Weird dream, lily. My dream was one of those "searching for a public toilet" dreams. Then woke up and had to go. Good thing I couldn't find a suitable john in my dream.
Working from home today while the boys have fun with grandma/papa.
Weird dream, lily. My dream was one of those "searching for a public toilet" dreams. Then woke up and had to go. Good thing I couldn't find a suitable john in my dream.
Working from home today while the boys have fun with grandma/papa.
You should see my super hero dreams.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Good morning Friday. Who wants to hear a Friday Funny?
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Speaking of which, I was dreaming I was on Dancing With The Stars. I don't even watch that show.
But I was a returning champion competing against others in the first dance of. My partner, should I win would Valentine. And we were in what felt like a high school auditorium.
My problem was that I lost the paper with my song and number. I didn't know when to go on and Eric Roberts was a judge.
Weird.....
At least you were dressed. Dreams like this often include being naked.
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Good morning Friday. Who wants to hear a Friday Funny?
Sure!
I could use a laugh!
Last weekend SS and I made baked apples. With the party stuff going on we didn't get to eat them. So I wrapped his up and sent it home. He ate it the next night, Monday. Tuesday he got sick. His mom insists it was the apple. She has SS convinced my cooking, the baked apple, made him sick. I told DH if I was going to poison my SS I sure wouldn't feed him a poisoned apple this close to Halloween. Way too cliche for me.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Good morning Friday. Who wants to hear a Friday Funny?
Sure!
I could use a laugh!
Last weekend SS and I made baked apples. With the party stuff going on we didn't get to eat them. So I wrapped his up and sent it home. He ate it the next night, Monday. Tuesday he got sick. His mom insists it was the apple. She has SS convinced my cooking, the baked apple, made him sick. I told DH if I was going to poison my SS I sure wouldn't feed him a poisoned apple this close to Halloween. Way too cliche for me.
Oh good grief!
I'm sorry, but I'd laugh in her face if she said that to me!
Good morning Friday. Who wants to hear a Friday Funny?
Sure!
I could use a laugh!
Last weekend SS and I made baked apples. With the party stuff going on we didn't get to eat them. So I wrapped his up and sent it home. He ate it the next night, Monday. Tuesday he got sick. His mom insists it was the apple. She has SS convinced my cooking, the baked apple, made him sick. I told DH if I was going to poison my SS I sure wouldn't feed him a poisoned apple this close to Halloween. Way too cliche for me.
Oh good grief!
I'm sorry, but I'd laugh in her face if she said that to me!
DH says it's not funny but I've been lmbo lately. I've just been tossing the evil step mother who feeds her kid poisoned apples thing into the conversation. I find it hilarious.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
We don't have SS this weekend because it's his mom's bday. We're going to be Walking Dead marathoning!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
We don't have SS this weekend because it's his mom's bday. We're going to be Walking Dead marathoning!
I DVRd the first season & have been watching. It astonished me how much the characters have changed. Rick & Darryl of season one seem so innocent.
Isn't it awesome watching Carl grow up?
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
My inner grammar nazi is on over drive today. Through people! Through. I THREW the ball. I went THROUGH tough times! Good lord get it straight. And please for my sanity, capitals belong at the beginning of a sentence and not randomly scattered throughout. And periods. Use them. They belong at the end of a sentence! I can't handle reading some paragraph of butchered language. (No, it's not on this board.)
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
My inner grammar nazi is on over drive today. Through people! Through. I THREW the ball. I went THROUGH tough times! Good lord get it straight. And please for my sanity, capitals belong at the beginning of a sentence and not randomly scattered throughout. And periods. Use them. They belong at the end of a sentence! I can't handle reading some paragraph of butchered language. (No, it's not on this board.)
But she can't help it & don't ask why, it's rude!
That is my guess for who it is you are ranting about. I was hardly on MM at all but I remember that part clearly.
Okay, I went to the basement earlier today and it smelled like rotting corpse. After a brief search, I found a mouse stuck to a trap under a piece of furniture in the wine cellar. It had been dead for God knows how long. Just called Mr. FNW to bring home more traps.
It's weird. No sign of life down there (droppings, torn open food bags, etc.). But there it was. In all it's stiff glory. Ugh. Put a bowl of coffee grounds on the coffee table and hoping it will remove the odor.
My inner grammar nazi is on over drive today. Through people! Through. I THREW the ball. I went THROUGH tough times! Good lord get it straight. And please for my sanity, capitals belong at the beginning of a sentence and not randomly scattered throughout. And periods. Use them. They belong at the end of a sentence! I can't handle reading some paragraph of butchered language. (No, it's not on this board.)
But she can't help it & don't ask why, it's rude!
That is my guess for who it is you are ranting about. I was hardly on MM at all but I remember that part clearly.
No, it's on my step mom board. Some of them sound illiterate. Although when they tell their stories they don't sound that much better. There's a whole string of them that are dating or living with men who already have multiple children with multiple women and they don't pay their child support. They somehow thing that making another child with this idiot will somehow make the situation better. It's one of those things that I really like being there because there is some good help and support but there's also a whole lot of crazy.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Dog ate a house plant this morning. Not long after we laid down and she had a massive seizure. Had to clean up after her but she's doing fine. Got a call in to the vet to see if the plant caused it.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Dog ate a house plant this morning. Not long after we laid down and she had a massive seizure. Had to clean up after her but she's doing fine. Got a call in to the vet to see if the plant caused it.
I've always been told that when animals eat things like grass it's usually an instinct telling them they need it to calm their stomach or something. But with houseplants, I know there are some that might be poisonous. Hopefully the vet will give you some answers.