Well I’m good with all of this - except that as someone who can’t always 100% carry a tune and sometimes inadvertently introduces my own variations I also feel a bit unseen here. I think you’re going to say this is a step too far. But if the words, why not the music?
Effing hilarious, and every rule true as gold. Do artists stand by their paintings and demand of the viewer, "No you can't see that, I want you to see this!"? or, "That isn't that I meant it to look like!"?
Four sets of corsets for all, and all glory to douches in the middle of the night! Thank you for the spot of joy.
You can add another talent to the many you have, Jane. I just erased a gazillion messages as Microsoft told me I was maxed out on my Outlook account. I was blocking unsolicited political stuff, interesting, but....
and I was having your EXACT SAME THOUGHTS!! But you are, I assume, in MA and I am waiting for a delayed flight in Taipei. So, your mind reading abilities are extraordinary. When I first met Allistair and you were pregnant with the twins, I hardly knew how to log on to the computer, let alone manage the overload. I am NOT unsubscribing from you! I need your compass....
That P.S. is making my heart go all chickity china the chinese chicken you have a option and my brain starts cheering we're watching Shamey Shame with no lights on we're dans your maison I hope the this doesn't do shit chick's in this one!
My father trained me in the fine art of singing badly to the music on our furniture-sized "hifi" record player. He did also it in the car incessantly, often in a silly voice that was endearing in the early years, but aggravating to my "don't stick out, must fit in" teen self. Now I'm fine being a weirdo, and pass on this family tradition to my annoyed teens...
Absolutely. There's a bathroom on the right...
Also, AAAAHHHHH!!!! So many fingers crossed for you!!!!
You stole my 'kids get off my lawn' line. My lawyers will be in touch. :-)
Thats a fantastic story!!! I remember seeing Lauren's sister on Seinfeld- my husband graduated her year and recognized her! Larry fucking David :)
Well I’m good with all of this - except that as someone who can’t always 100% carry a tune and sometimes inadvertently introduces my own variations I also feel a bit unseen here. I think you’re going to say this is a step too far. But if the words, why not the music?
Effing hilarious, and every rule true as gold. Do artists stand by their paintings and demand of the viewer, "No you can't see that, I want you to see this!"? or, "That isn't that I meant it to look like!"?
Four sets of corsets for all, and all glory to douches in the middle of the night! Thank you for the spot of joy.
I'm with you on turning the fuck off that holiday song. Worst EVER.
AND WOOHOOO on the option! Sending you all the lucky {{{{vibes}}}} I have that it goes beyond the option!
You can add another talent to the many you have, Jane. I just erased a gazillion messages as Microsoft told me I was maxed out on my Outlook account. I was blocking unsolicited political stuff, interesting, but....
and I was having your EXACT SAME THOUGHTS!! But you are, I assume, in MA and I am waiting for a delayed flight in Taipei. So, your mind reading abilities are extraordinary. When I first met Allistair and you were pregnant with the twins, I hardly knew how to log on to the computer, let alone manage the overload. I am NOT unsubscribing from you! I need your compass....
JANE: I do hope the AH reads this and, YES,
you deserve an apology. Insensitive dick!
thank you!
Cold Comfort Farm - the movie - is also quite delicious.
Surely you know this website?
https://www.kissthisguy.com/
That P.S. is making my heart go all chickity china the chinese chicken you have a option and my brain starts cheering we're watching Shamey Shame with no lights on we're dans your maison I hope the this doesn't do shit chick's in this one!
My father trained me in the fine art of singing badly to the music on our furniture-sized "hifi" record player. He did also it in the car incessantly, often in a silly voice that was endearing in the early years, but aggravating to my "don't stick out, must fit in" teen self. Now I'm fine being a weirdo, and pass on this family tradition to my annoyed teens...