Why does my cat think that she's been created to provide lumbar support? As I speak she's nestled into the usually empty space between my lower back and the back of the broken computer chair.
I have a loose exit strategy. It depends on either my building a luxurious dirigible, or winning the Powerball (really it just depends on my finding work. Which without a vehicle in a farming community seems like a long shot. The resumes have been sent anyways.)
Boyfriend asked yesterday if we'd stopped having sex because I no longer find him attractive. Narp. Not even close. Boyfriend's indefatigable bangability is kind of how I wound up...boned in the first place. 10 point double entendre!
I have made a list of shit I plan on cooking for Thanksgiving.
Turkey Breast in a Bag!
Mashed Potatoes
Stuffing
Spinach
Corn something
Apple & Mixed Berry Pies (Maybe a Sweet Potato)
(Toaster) Oven Rolls
Baked beans w/ cocktail weenies & bacon
That's all I'm fucking doing. Anyone wanting anything else can make it themselves. That seems like a decent list for 3-5 people. Me, Boyfriend, Boyfriend's offspring, Boyfriend's brother & sister-in-law. Wheeeee.
(First Thanksgiving without my children for the epic motherfucking fail.)
Dear Dread Lord Cthulhu, if you can see your slimy way to somehow re-relocating me back down further south, not an hour will pass that I don't sing your eldritch praises. Or you know, play this song a lot.
I used to read 'The Eldritch Alphabet' to the kids every night before bed -sigh-
Oh, product plugging.
One N Only's Moroccan Argan Oil Treatment is a permanent fixture in my hair product arsenal. After 6 months of spaced out processing, my hair is still HAIR, but has a texture that I like to call "thirsty". This oil is a bit jellified, so as not to be wasted as much as some Moroccan Argan oils I've tried. Slap it on while my hair is still damp, & my mess turns silky smooth overnight. It also works for calming down my darling daughter's naturally curly frizz & acts as a detangler.
(Kali is nomming at the tag that is usually inside the back of my pajama pants /fp)
Gratuitous Batrachia!
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