Nothing big for me…I have a good book I’m in the middle of, and not enough time to read it. I’d like to be home, in bed, reading, with my husband and kid off somewhere (OUT of the house), so I can read more than 2 sentences at a time without being interrupted!
…for this damn cold to go away. Both mine and my daughter’s.
It’s bad enough trying to deal with a head full of snot. Add in a 15-month-old with the same problem, and you find yourself just a wee bit south of Heaven.
Oh, geez…what is it with this snot-filled cold that is going around? I had it for a week, and I didn’t even feel sick, but my nose kept running and running and running. My daughter had a permanent wad of snot running out of both nostrils. She kept taking her ponytail out, and her hair would get messed up in it. It was disgusting. I must have wiped her nose about 10,000 times that week.
To have a gorganzola and peach pizza from California Pizza Kitchen. Yum, yum, yum,.
Sarahfeena:
Nothing big for me…I have a good book I’m in the middle of, and not enough time to read it. I’d like to be home, in bed, reading, with my husband and kid off somewhere (OUT of the house), so I can read more than 2 sentences at a time without being interrupted!
Oh, geez…what is it with this snot-filled cold that is going around? I had it for a week, and I didn’t even feel sick, but my nose kept running and running and running. My daughter had a permanent wad of snot running out of both nostrils. She kept taking her ponytail out, and her hair would get messed up in it. It was disgusting. I must have wiped her nose about 10,000 times that week.
Eeew. Did she blow a snot bubble?
A massage. Long and slow. Owtch, my shoulders.
Okay so now TwoP is back. I can now program my issues onto the SDMB. Or not, because, you know, it just doesn’t matter.
Scarlett Johansson to walk in…stark naked…carrying a large box of KFC with fries and chicken gravy.
Oh fuckit…forget the KFC
…my wife to answer her cell phone.
Or wisely playing his cards. It’s like Zen Buddhism, if you have to ask for a blow job, you’re not getting a blow job
DeVena
March 2, 2007, 7:01pm
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Lunch that is more substantial than yoghurt.
I’m hungry.
Reon Kadena in a black wet bikini.
/sigh.
Someone to wash my dishes.
Anyone.
Please.
I’m desperate.
Never saw one. Which is not to say there weren’t any when I wasn’t looking!
I had my favoritest broken in sweatshirt from high school. Damn was that thing comfortable.
The willpower to stop eating the rest of the Trader Joe’s flourless chocolate cake right behind me.
An Ohio-class missile submarine, and a really good sandwich.
For this bottle of pale ale to magically become a nice, big, two pint glass full o’ Guinness. and maybe some Irish coffee to go with dessert.
