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I Can't Adult

Some days its hard to be a parent or even be an adult. This past week was a hard one trying to get the kids back into the daily school schedule after a long Christmas break. 460 more words

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TMI Tuesday: January 8, 2019

He’s Under Here

Believe Me

New Year. New Hopes. And another new TMI Tuesday. Cheers!

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1. I want to repeat then pete again . 137 more words


Doors Closed and Doors Opened


Our first Christmas together. I wanted everything perfect. Parents gone for a tropical Christmas cruise. But not before we all put up the family Christmas tree in our front room. 1,149 more words


Dressed For Effect

Ginger Chunks was ready for this holiday party. Her long red hair was silky and immaculately placed in such a way as to perfectly frame the vast expanses of cleavage. 721 more words


2 - Now When?


So I watched Judy rise out of bed. I can never take my eyes off of her when she is naked. I know she likes that. 3,503 more words


Santa Should Be On The Naughty List

I don’t want a lot for Christmas. There’s just one thing I need. Don’t care about the presents, shopping, or a Christmas tree – could we unblur the lines between good and bad? 481 more words


mitchteemley reblogged this on Mitch Teemley and commented:

My Featured Blogger this week is a permanent resident of Santa's naught list, the splendidly snarky D. Parker of yadadarcyyada.com. Darcy peppers her witticisms with colorful fonts and gifs galore (not "gifts"--that's jolly old You-Know-Who's department), so if the other blogs you follow are restful and easy on your eyes, bring them here to wake them up again! Warning: Expect to chuckle, lol, and occasionally even snort cocoa (or other holiday beverage of choice) out of your nose (or other dual-chambered proboscis of choice).

Peeing like a Parisian

There are few cities in the world that are romanticised about as much as the capital of the French Republic: Paris.

However, whether you are off on an evening stroll by the Seine, marching down the Champs-Élysées or even standing on the top of the illustrious Eiffel Tower, there is one smell that seems to always be lingering… I’ll give you a hint, it’s not the scent of freshly baked baguettes or unfiltered Gauloises wafting through the air. 503 more words