Morning ladies,
My you've been busy overnight. Nice to see I'm not the only stalker newbie on here.
I'm loving the 1920's Raffles-style white-walls-and-wicker Gin Palace this week. Mine's a Singapore Sling.
Sorry you're niet zwanger, ski, but liked hearing about your dogs swimming in the lake. Sadly my dog is too stoopid to understand that water=cool, or indeed that trying to attack moving cars is unwise. I don't like babies either, it freaks my out that they can't talk/tell you what they're whinging about/hold their own heads up etc.
All five spaces on my laminate are filled with David Tennant, so what do I do with Zac Efron?? Any ideas (the filthier the better)? Secret strap-on crush is Amanda Peet in Studio 60 phwoarr. VAG, of course West Wing is real, but why doesn't Sam Seaborn get a look in with you?
Think you are all marvellous,
Lyra
PS Think I have found the secret to getting eggs out of my PCOs. Went to see Take That on Friday, and my ovaries responded wildly. I could feel them popping like bubble wrap inside me.
I think it's the combination of all 4 boys together, none of them do it for me individually, but somehow the whole is SO much greater than the sum of the parts. Perhaps I should seek out 3 additional DHs before starting TTC.