It is time for Fill 'em Fridays brought to you by my friends, the Two Spoiled Cats and the pack at fifteen and meowing. They provide a short statement in black text. The rest is for me to fill in, which is written in blue.
I am glad I live near my pee pads. Otherwise, it would be inconvenient: I'm sitting around watching TV, suddenly I have to pee, and I realize I have to go down the street to use my pad. I have to tip the pee pad attendant because you know how they are and then I walk home, and as soon as I take off my galoshes, I have to pee again.
I am glad I don't live near Iran. It's noisy over there. Things keep blowing up. There are sporadic fireworks, and people yell “gun” all the time. It's terrible. I can't believe I was suckered into buying a timeshare on a beach there. As soon as I find it, I am out of Tehran for good.
I didn't know I had an eighth nipple until five days ago. I thought I was a seven-nipple girl. Sure, I wasn't even. I had to wear my girdle a little higher on one side. But that was okay. The other day, I thought I had tracked down a mosquito bite on me. When I looked at it, I discovered the new nipple. You don't know the joy of finding a hidden nipple. And now I have eight, which is almost the most you can have. Two more nipples to go, and I'm a full nipple girl.
Your blog posts make me truly laugh. They also make me sad sometimes. But my favorites are the ones that make me hungry. Pictures of food. List of ingredients. Beautiful descriptions of the sizzling beef. And on Saturday comes cooking with chocolate day. More pictures of food, please.










