I get sent the most freaking adorable pictures of my friends' kids. They're so cute, they
almost make me want one.
Please, let me introduce to you, Sir Hugs A Lot:
Now, let me introduce the super happy singing sensation known as Little Richard:
I can hear my uterus screaming at me now.
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Speaking of which...how was the socialite weekend away???
It was mega-fun. So fun that I'm still recovering, as a matter of fact. My body and mind were twisted in new directions, never before envisioned. For instance, did you know that Scrabble can involve bluffing, poker faces, and strategic board blocking. I'm pretty familiar with the last tactic, but all of the bluffing was killing me. That's what happens when you play with too many of those learned people. Scrabble becomes this weird hybrid with Balderdash and you have to sort throught all sorts of dramatic defenses and queerly plausible definitions in order to make it to the end finally triumphant.
Which I did, of course.
Wait... you won at Scrabble? Really? You won?
Hmm. We might have to play again my dear. I got a new board. The pimped up one that spins around and shit. Awww yeah.
I accept the challenge, Ms. Torque. Name the time and place.
And be afraid. Very afraid.
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