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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
ION, I have joined the Firefoxers. And gmailers.
one of us...one of us...
My baby* brother was allergic to eggs as an infant, but he outgrew it. Sadly, the lethal peanut allergy stayed.
(*For all values of "baby" which include "ginormous hulking teenager." He's a full head taller than me, and I can't cope.)
Lilty! I'm so totally with you on the Leo- Love. Did you recognize the actor? He looked so familiar. . .
Thanks, Plei! That looks great.
Ice Pirates coming on DVD February 15th
It was FRUIT cake. And you didn't die.
So we're good, right?
How do you handle biting? O's taken to biting my shoulder
Sara was doing that all summer, and whenever possible I just put her down. With a firm "no," but nothing too dramatic -- I can already tell she's the type who will do something again and again if you make a big deal out of it being a real no-no. She stopped with the biting on her own, but it surprised the hell out of me -- I don't remember the boys ever doing that.
{{Cass}} Feel better! Drink tea. Snuggle under the blankets. Read porn. (What? It always makes me feel better.)
Stumbling off to bed...
It was FRUIT cake. And you didn't die.
So we're good, right?
Oh, totally. I mean, if you had really tried to kill me, there would have been pinkies involved. And death Still, "ita tried to kill me" sounds better than "I couldn't tell the difference between fruitcake and chocolate cake, so I sneezed a lot".
I just... I just don't want people to go around thinking I attempted to kill someone and failed. I would be mortified.
No one will ever get to say I tried to kill them.
No one will ever get to say I tried to kill them.
Unless they are Darla.
Killing with cake... if you have to go, that's a great way to go.
You fall into the koi pond at the botanical gardens; you fall in the street and knock out two teeth; you break your hand in karate; you are injured in a golf cart accident; and you get eight stitches from a defective wine bottle and nobody ever lets you forget it.
You forgot getting attacked by a beserker cat.
My life was made so much nicer by the high school drama class in "how to fall." Since falling has been unavoidable throughout my life, knowing how to land without, or with minimal, injury was a valuable skill to learn.