You don’t win friends with salad.
Some wise and all powerful deity help me, I have the plague, or maybe just a really bad cough/cold/bronchitis. I desperately need sleep, but can't seem to get any, tonight I'm staying up till I can't stand it, which will hopefully lead to passing out and the sweet succour of sleeeeeep.
One of the lovely fellows who works for me is getting married. Early October, in Las Vegas. He has invited The BFF, the Super-Duper-Visor and myself to the wedding and we all really want to go (soooo bad, they are getting married at the Bellagio). But it falls right around month end and quarter end and the auditors invade right after, so the timing blows like something that blows real hard. Also, the package we were looking at went up $145 dollars overnight. Le sigh. Still really wanna go though.
There are feral kitties living in my parent's back yard, we are trying to 'tame' them to get them out of there before the temperature drops to -40 and they turn into pussypops. I am kind of hoping we can get them 'tamed' and socialized so that I can take the adorable little black and white one home (and a friend). Good news is that they are sneaking into my parent's sunroom to use the litter. \o/ When I feel less like a pile of steamy do do, I will get pictures.
So here it is, the actual reason I started, and continue, to watch SPN. Forget the plot, the epic bromance of SamnDean, angels, demons, ghosts... it all comes down to any, and every, opportunity to see one Jared Padalecki in any stage of undress.
So I may have stared at this for a while *cough*hours*cough* and it got me to pondering. Now I don't think it's news to too many that Mr. Padalecki gets some manscaping done, and it was pointed out by someone, also drooling overenjoying this gif, that he has recently removed any and all man hair from his chin to potentially lower than where those very low riding jeans are riding low.
I recently posted my love of the Evans boys in which I may have expressed affection for the man fur, hence the pondering. What make a man decide to wax the entire chest/stomach/happy trail? Does it go lower? How low? (come on Jarebear, it's for scientific inquiry, or something.) Was it his decision? The wife's? The network's? Why is it so easy for me to substitute JP with Steve Carell in the waxing scene from 'The 40 Year Old Virgin'? How does one get drool out of a keyboard?
I'm off to make a hot toddy and hopefully drink myself to sleep. ♥
One of the lovely fellows who works for me is getting married. Early October, in Las Vegas. He has invited The BFF, the Super-Duper-Visor and myself to the wedding and we all really want to go (soooo bad, they are getting married at the Bellagio). But it falls right around month end and quarter end and the auditors invade right after, so the timing blows like something that blows real hard. Also, the package we were looking at went up $145 dollars overnight. Le sigh. Still really wanna go though.
There are feral kitties living in my parent's back yard, we are trying to 'tame' them to get them out of there before the temperature drops to -40 and they turn into pussypops. I am kind of hoping we can get them 'tamed' and socialized so that I can take the adorable little black and white one home (and a friend). Good news is that they are sneaking into my parent's sunroom to use the litter. \o/ When I feel less like a pile of steamy do do, I will get pictures.
So here it is, the actual reason I started, and continue, to watch SPN. Forget the plot, the epic bromance of SamnDean, angels, demons, ghosts... it all comes down to any, and every, opportunity to see one Jared Padalecki in any stage of undress.
So I may have stared at this for a while *cough*hours*cough* and it got me to pondering. Now I don't think it's news to too many that Mr. Padalecki gets some manscaping done, and it was pointed out by someone, also drooling overenjoying this gif, that he has recently removed any and all man hair from his chin to potentially lower than where those very low riding jeans are riding low.
I recently posted my love of the Evans boys in which I may have expressed affection for the man fur, hence the pondering. What make a man decide to wax the entire chest/stomach/happy trail? Does it go lower? How low? (come on Jarebear, it's for scientific inquiry, or something.) Was it his decision? The wife's? The network's? Why is it so easy for me to substitute JP with Steve Carell in the waxing scene from 'The 40 Year Old Virgin'? How does one get drool out of a keyboard?
I'm off to make a hot toddy and hopefully drink myself to sleep. ♥