The other day, my neighbor sent me a text about an NDA. I didn’t known what that meant. Naturally, instead of looking it up, my husband and I stayed up until midnight, coming up with all the options we knew NDA didn’t stand for.
National Defense Administration: probably not, at least not in the context of getting a new job. I hope. I don’t think I’m working for the NDA.
Never Die Alone: good advice. Probably not what he meant.
Nine Doilied Abuelas: I just pictured an army of elderly Chileans pushing food and life wisdom on me.
New Die-hard Action.
Novel, Dangeresque Activity.
Nervendings Don’t Accumulate.
Norman – Dust Around!
Nirvana Does Acid.
Nickelodeon’s Dust Allergy.
We used to drive Ethan’s roommates insane doing this for hours. We still do this for hours. I’ll spare you the full list – I don’t remember it all anyway. ♦