If I EVER see either of those people, I'm likely to stick my size 10 up their rectal cavity so far that you will see the rubber sole of my boot coming out their mouths.
If its both at the same time, one will get the boot experience, the other will have to swallow my fist.
I don't care which one gets which.
That is all.
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Should I avoid your boots?
I'm a big talker but a pacfist at heart.
It was just one of those things that was so aggravating that my head popped off my body and took a trip around the world once or twice before settling back on my shoulders.
I'm still working on uncrossing my eyes as I type. Grrr.
The principle in this one being that you're bigger than me.
Otherwise, how are things going? (I'm stuck on overtime and trying to keep my eyes from bugging out)
With the exception of my hubby of course. And he's the one who says "Don't make me shake up the blond and throw her at you."
Otherwise, I'm happy being at home and being a mad mom in a minivan chauffering kiddlings, I'm looking forward to the prospect / adventure of working from home, and whatever new adventure life brings to me today.
We have to pin down the girls and conspire to take over the world again soon.
You know exactly what I am capable of. . . . .