Riley LaShea & the Sink of Nasty

So, Shawna got the generic Hydrocortisone cream out of the medicine cabinet for personal rashy reasons. Don’t worry… not THAT personal. She didn’t, for instance, need the separate directions on the back of the tube specifically for “external anal itching,” though she did take note of them. Here are the directions – “When practical, cleanse…
Shawna just posed a question to me that I now must pose to the public at large. It’s not quite funny how we got there. You see, when I am in the midst of one of my headaches, Shawna has decided that I am roughly the equivalent of a three-year-old. I talk funny, I spill…
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Sorry about your plumbing problems, but even more sorry that it stopped the posibility of a fic update 🙁 Because on my last night in Germany, Barb and I could have read together, TOGETHER!! 😀
Anyway, when you get to it, on Skype is good too 😉
Happy New Year!
Oh please! I don’t believe for one second that you two were taking time out to check my blog. Or eat… or sleep… or bathe. Well, maybe to bathe 😉
I’m glad that you are home safe… but terribly sorry that you are home. As I’m sure you are. Don’t worry about that big pond. I hear it’s getting smaller.
W00t, 1/2 a butch point for me. Makes up for me being a softy about the mouse at work, I think.