Ah man.
Mrs. TBR has heated seats in the van. In Southern Cal, what the hell do you need heated seats for?
She uses them frequently. Me, not so much...
Ah man.
Mrs. TBR has heated seats in the van. In Southern Cal, what the hell do you need heated seats for?
She uses them frequently. Me, not so much...
SP: Meds
BT
How happy am I to get to this thread to be reminded of my uncircumcised young hunk who I found out was nursing a broken heart and got back with the gf before we had a chance to fuck! Not happy since I endured his allergy distressed snotty nose for nothing. Thanks njny since I came here to read about your simple pleasure.....a blanket!
Didn't know where else to put this, so I'll call it a Simple Pleasure... I am sitting here reading the forums on my iPad, and my 5 month old kitten is sitting on my lap. I see him looking intently at the screen, with that look that he is about to pounce. Apparently, the flapping birdie indicating mail caught his eye, and he began batting furiously at it! Too cute!
I had a great afternoon with my new, young, uncircumcised (yes, he's not cut which I thought was a deal breaker due to past experiences) although my ex-husband wasn't cut and his dick was wonderful. I am in lust yet again. I actually re-arranged my day for this and it was oh, so worth it.
After watching one too many Get Smart episodes, and a few Matt Helm movies, I was always afraid to press the BLAST button on my seat.
BT
Screw that whole texting while driving-distraction thing. I'm hoping they'll come out with a retractable Flesh Light for cars. Talk about your distracted driving..."Sorry officer. I was just..."
I'm more of a fan of heated steering wheels.
Mrs VA turns on her heated seat unless it's blazing hot. Almost always.
nynj: When I lived up north, man, the heated seats in my car were always on blast!
While shopping at Sam's Club early this morning and taking advantage of the free coffee. I never eat the pastry. There was one granny smith apple on the table which I promptly put in my bag....they don't elevate my blood sugar. Shortly a young mother came in with her cute baby girl and she was about to give the baby the chocolate whatever it was on the table and I said, please give her this apple instead of that....the mother was happy as was the baby. She was so cute and flashed me a huge smile. It made my moment.
It was Defying Gravity. We missed the whole Frozen hubbub (except when my sister in law makes us listen to my twin nieces perform the whole show twice. That shit is only cute when it is your own kid.)
Jesus effin' Christ on a crutch, now I have to keep replaying the effin' Frozen song... thanks!
Everything was fine as long as I stuck to Carole King and Karen Carpenter; things went south when I tried to keep up with Idina Menzel. Bad. Very bad.
My dogs run into the community crate when I sing ;).
SP- singing along to Carole King piped through the whole house speakers as I putter around today. I have an absolutely horrid voice but the dogs don't seem to mind.
SP: Cold and dreary enough for the fireplace. Cup of tea with honey.
Homemade soup for lunch in my cozy kitchen looking out at the gorgeous snow. Snow in southern Ohio in mid-November isn't necessarily a pleasure but it certainly looks lovely so I'm erring on the side of positive.
Shopping for the three kids whose name I picked from the Christmas Tree at mass this morning. FYI, when I lived in SC, a school was having some kind of clothing drive and they wanted jeans for the kids. Immediately, I thought of the lil kids until one of the teenagers said "everyone thinks about the little kids and not us." Fortunately for her, my ass had gotten too fat for a pair of Versace jeans so I drove to the school and donated them with the caveat that I better not see these jeans posted on e-bay....LOL! Today I got stuff for a 14 year old boy, 13 and 9 year old girls. I hope they like the stuff. I got gift receipts just in case they hate everything. You know how kids are today.
Being an Alpha-Female.
SP = following the Rosetta Comet
SP: A walk on the national mall and a quick stop at the Vietnam Vets Memorial.
Thank you.
BT
New paintbrushes :-)
BLT--they surely are and I am in love with the circle of life.
Jan
Wildlife: Aren't those the best moments! My 3 soon to be 4 grandson looks exactly like my son did when he was that age. My granddaughter, on the other hand, is so much like me, forget that she looks exactly like me but her attitude (not in a bad way) is me to the next level if you can believe that....LOL!
Spending the day with my youngest son, DIL and the baby of the grandchildren, our one year old granddaughter, who looks just like her daddy. Snuggling and kissing her, looking into her eyes, took me back to when he was a baby and such a dejavu moment.
Jan