Confessions Are Good For The Soul

[little_ms_sunshyne]

I confess to-

- Leaving work early to spend more time at my favorite coffee house wine bar curled up with a good book

- thinking that the combination of a coffee house + wine bar is delicious!

- thinking that a big comfy couch in a coffee house wine bar then makes it deliciously sinful

- enjoying witty banter with a new face at said location

- loving how giggly wine can make me

[Gemme]

Originally Posted by Gentle Tiger

I confess before Cousin Daddy June comes popping up with her intervention madness again because that 1PlayfulFemme over there:

• I am not addicted to donuts since I do not have them every day. :P

I confess....

Just because you don't HAVE them every day doesn't mean that you don't WANT them every day. That, dear Tiger, is addiction. The need scratching at the back of your throat demanding soft, fluffy, sugary goodness is a shameless beast.

Originally Posted by Gentle Tiger

I confess

• I really for Theo now. I don't even know how you open a frog's mouth.
• I am not a donut addict contrary to what I am being told in rep land and visitor notes. hmph!
• The sand in your eyes sensation is an over rated experience

I confess....

Very carefully.
And the delusional maintain their declarations of sanity to the very end...
Good to know!

Originally Posted by scootebaby

i confess...

i dont understand the younger generation and their lack of work ethic

that i think GT should not be ashamed of the donut addiction

i enjoy my bonding time with my brain damaged kitty every night

I confess....

Me either. I had ENOUGH of so many of them before I moved. I trained the people (plural!) who were to fill my shoes when I left.

Yes, he should. Be ashamed. Very, very ashamed.

My cat, Oreo, gave birth. It was a long process and the last kitten found her to be very tired. Her birth bed was in the living room. With him half in and half out of her, and her being very tired, she stood up and went to one of our large floor speakers...turned her tush to the speaker...and repeatedly turned back and forth, whacking him until he fell out. Luckily, it was only a few whacks but I'm not sure that there wasn't some damage done then. I don't think it helped that Wolfgang was an entirely black kitten and that we kept changing his name on him. Wolfgang to Wolfy to Wolfinator to Nadir (means the lowest point; depth...he's black, remember?) to Nade. At this point, it's probably progressed to Nay Nay and then Shenaynay.

Ah! The point! Nadir was a most affectionate cat. He grew up to love the crook of your arm and being smacked on the ass.