I miss your delight in science and your fantastic sense of humor. Seriously, you're awesome.
I can't believe anyone would try to make you feel less than. Screw her, the small-hearted fuckwitch.
Gravy is happening. Mr. Cicada is browning the roux. I was in charge of stuffing, potatoes, sprouts and cranberry. He did turkey and gravy.
I am also in charge of preparing old fashioneds. This may have been a mistake. I have a heavy pour.
I am having a delayed Thanksgiving. We spent the real Thanksgiving with in-laws who had ham instead of turkey. INFIDELS!!!
Tonight is roasted turkey, brussle sprouts, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and stuffing. I may have had a few bourbons on the rocks. Okay, I've definitely had a few bourbons on the rocks. Fuck it, it's delicious.
WTF is your SIL doing?
I don't get this shit. Your husband knows who he is and what he wants. You have your own relationship, defined on your own terms. Who the FUCK is your SIL to questions this?
I can't believe this hoosbag moofoo is doing this. It is beyond disrespectful. Fuck her skanacktidy ass.
You're adorable. Glory in your awesomeness, lady.
Hardy's voice is like chocolate. I picked up a copy of La Maison Ou J'ai Grandi a few years ago and it still gets played frequently in my house. Love her.
Love the giant silk moths! I used to work with these when I was doing pheromone research. We would get big boxes of cocoons from a breeding facility. Every once in awhile they would accidentally include some Luna moth cocoons. It was spectacular when they emerged.
I fail to see how this one is bad. The matching turtlenecks elevate it to genius.
They're so soft! Can you blame me?
Of course they do.