Curse you, woman!
Son of a beaver! I love my mother to pieces, but she has really done it this time. She signs me up for offers on Baby-to-be dot com and uses my personal e-mail account - the one I only use to e-mail friends and family...okay and get LJ stuff, but still. The next thing I know I have 107 messages in my Inbox and it's all SPAM! And I can get the online server to filter it, but if i download to my computer using Outlook Express it'll still be there. Dang dang, double dang, triple dang, shoot.
I'm sending goons over to break her forwarding finger.
Note to self: If I'm now signed up for Baby-to-be, I can probably cancel that mycycle.com thingy.
So I had the day off and spent the majority of it reading and writing fanfic instead of writing in my pregnancy diary. I'm telling myself I need to get the multi-chapter Turlough slave-fic done before the tadpole arrives.
Who am I kidding? Motherhood will no more banish my perverted tendencies than marriage did. Mommy's going to hide a flash drive full of smut away with her Preacher comics when the kids start to learn to read.
I'm sending goons over to break her forwarding finger.
Note to self: If I'm now signed up for Baby-to-be, I can probably cancel that mycycle.com thingy.
So I had the day off and spent the majority of it reading and writing fanfic instead of writing in my pregnancy diary. I'm telling myself I need to get the multi-chapter Turlough slave-fic done before the tadpole arrives.
Who am I kidding? Motherhood will no more banish my perverted tendencies than marriage did. Mommy's going to hide a flash drive full of smut away with her Preacher comics when the kids start to learn to read.