3 funerals, a list mom morning with the Breakfast Bitches on the EC readers list, taking ten-year-olds to Funspot on a belated birthday trip, and getting the tall child packed and off to camp for the week. I forgot my name at some point around Friday afternoon.
But it’s a brand new week, and I’m hoping the most energy-depleting thing on my plate will be consoling the short kid—who misses his big brother desparately—so that I can get back to my regularly scheduled programming. (Regularly scheduled other than catching up on dozens and dozens of emails from the last week, of course.) And I’ve got to catch up on my comments and the blogosphere. Damn. Maybe last week really isn’t over yet.
Hey, check out the new Breakfast Bitches group blog! It should be fun as hell. (If you were fully in support of the RWA’s Dirty Words list or you don’t know that anal doesn’t always refer to such things as only writing with Sanford uni-ball roller ball pens in 0.2mm micro, black, you might want to think twice.) I’m going to be watching to see how often we say “Mandy started it!” each week.
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Mandy DID start it. Was all her idea. (Jaci and I just agreed with her, much to Angie’s dismay…. but we did it!)
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I blame jet lag.
And Mandy started it.
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I hope your week gets better.
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Happy new week!
Being a little slow, especially at the start of Monday, I’m still in last week. Added a comment to the RWA thread. Hope that’s still okay to do?
Suspect no one will back track to see it, but ah well …. :shrug:
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It’s dark in here. Where is the lamp?
Ouch…that hurt! Okay, so I started it. :whip:
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Taht breakfast bitches blog was hysterical! Gonna have to add it :rofl:
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I still can’t read the BB blog without blushing, never mind contribute. I bet they’re the friends my mother always warned me about.
:lmao:
And thank you, Jordan and Pat! And at the very least I’ll see new comments because I get an emailed notification. (And I do try to see them all)
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My eyes! My eyes!
Shan, I say these things in person… usually (but not always) drunk.
I’m awed by the sheer guts to link to that, that, X at her baddest, excerpt. –sidebar, X has never had anal sex with a lamp, nor wondered at its magnificent positioning during anal sex.
X
going to have a drink now.