Of course, I have no proof that I only use my side of the bed. I probably wander off and roll around when I’m asleep.
Random Side Note: I think real wood-burning fireplace in the city is just stupid.
I almost got into a fight with the waiter at that restaurant.
Yeah, but the smell of a real wood-burning fireplace is wonderful! Bath and Body Works even makes a scented oil burner called Firewood. 
Walking in the winter wonderland~~
If they asked me, I could write a book~~
Yeah, but buying firewood from a hardware store or a deli… and then cleaning up, sweep, and vacuuming after the fireplace… it’s just stupid.
Oh, lord! They haven’t even ordered, and they’re all out of things to talk about!
True. I’d rather have firewood that someone cut in their back yard.
So I sneak into her willage…
Hee hee!
I had a friend a while back who serially dated married men. And not just for fun… I mean, she just seriously believed that she is in love with these men. I found her way of thinking and her pathology absolutely fascinating…
I’ve been looking for a red suede pump, also.
Mawwige. Mawwige is what bwings us, today.
A singing machine… this is from the 80s before the term “karaoke” entered the mainstream.
Helen is kinda hot, in that trampy “I’m trying too hard” kind of a way.
Serially? Once wasn’t enough?
Yeah, she definitely had a self-hating, glutton for punishment kind of a thing happening.
Oh, Jesus. I’ve had this argument. The way to get over someone is to get under someone else…
that’s gotta be the worst perm ever
That’s a good philosophy.