I’m deeply moved by this. In directions that, quite frankly, alarm me. Omnium-gatherum: smells like dookey, tastes like chicken, looks like hell, smells like taste…

It’s almost pink jasmine time here in L.A.  The one in my backyard is covered with buds, not quite open yet.  I love when the jasmine blooms all over town...you can even smell it wafting into your car windows as you drive through town.

Yeah thanks, Miss Bliss. We’ve got snow.

I thoroughly enjoyed your juxtaposition on the same theme.  I was chuckling so hard at one point, I think I may have freaked my cubicle neighbor...........  BTW, we’ll have to compare notes on mattress buying.  We just recently made purchase this past X-mas Eve and $2195 later, I have major buyer’s remorse and no noticeable difference in a better night sleep.....  Sigh!

I think the shoes are toast, unfortunately.  Anything with cat urine is rarely cleaned out.  And yes, to continue wearing them might turn off all the foot fetishers you encounter on your commute (though I suppose if they were men...that would be a good thing).

Miss Bliss, my apologies for coming across rudely. I was actually just feeling envious. Pink Jasmine sounds just heavenly. Enjoy :)

Next time the kids go on about having a cat I shall make them read this post.
Nasacort; I know it well.

It’s an insult to God to believe in God.... So my suspicion is that the people he really loves best now in the twentieth century are probably the atheists and agnostics, because they’re the only ones who have ever really taken him seriously. by texas hold em