Heh. Someone found this site through a Google search on "big + tits + Christmas".
Won't that person be disappointed.
A friend of mine just ordered some
wine charms -- I'd sent him some as a gift and he asked for more, saying that he'd
"be happy to pay whatever I charged at craft shows". I don't do craft shows,
because getting a tax ID would be such a hassle, but I'll do them for him for the
cost of materials -- I love being able to subsidize a hobby this way. (I'm also
pretty happy with the implicit flattery.)
Egret just told me that T2
has been invited to a bachelor party that will probably end at a titty bar (well,
sorry, but what else can you call them?) and that she won't let him go unless
Rudder goes with him. I'm not sure what the scariest part of that is. It's not
that I really mind Rudder going (because he doesn't like the sleaziest ones, which
is where I figure the women are more likely to be there against their will, and
because he comes home to me afterwards). It's just that the idea of him as a good
influence is scary. Even Egret said "...though I don't really know what I'd expect
Rudder to do...". Drool, maybe?
Today, I will be finishing up a few
stocking stuffers for Rudder's family, getting my hair cut, buying film, and
cleaning house. The worst thing about my otherwise wonderful catsitter is that she
has an impeccable home -- with white carpets! -- despite having as many animals as
you'd expect from a woman who earns a living watching other people's pets. IÕm
always loathe to let her see the usual state of my place.
Today I
am thankful for: having someone I trust to watch my cats while I'm
away.