Princess Cancer Pants
• Return to kicking my own ass by 2018
She was not strong. She was valiant. Radiant. Brave and broken. The beauty she discovered in the aftermath was unparalleled to anything she had known before, because it had come at such a cost.
I've got a fever...
A friend of mine years ago did a hillbilly party. Lots of guys in wife beaters and women in Daisy Dukes.
On your deathbed, you won't wish that you'd spent more time at the office. But you will wish that you'd spent more time running. Because if you had, you wouldn't be on your deathbed.
"I would never die for my beliefs, because I might be wrong."--Bertrand Russell
We used to have piles of themed parties when I was in the fraternity. I can't remember them all now but our most popular one was always the "What Would You Do For $100?" dance party. Not child appropriate per se, but the house was always full and when the party was over, one could clearly delineate which girls on campus had self-respect and which didn't.
Beach parties are fun...fake Hawaiian skirts and coconut bras...especially on the guys. Limbo stick, rum drinks, Japanese lanterns, watermelon seed spitting contests, etc...good times.
"You can't have everything. Where would you put it?" - Steven Wright
Leftcoast, I checked your profile, and this does not sound anything like what my CFO would do. You are wayyyy cooler than my CFO!
... and c'mon... you're not lame... post a picture.