Willow ,'Same Time, Same Place'
[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.
Fascinating story on how the tsunami is forcing cartographers and mariners to rethink things.
WASHINGTON - Water depths in parts of the Straits of Malacca, one of the world's busiest shipping channels off the coast of Sumatra, reached about 4,000 feet before last month's tsunami. Now, reports are coming in of just 100 feet — too dangerous for shipping, if proved true.
Our birthday is in five weeks...what are the chances we might be able to get together sometime around it if I headed down to DC? I can't come down that actual weekend, but maybe in early March?
I know. And I'll still be a year older than you. Early March should be fine. I know March 16-18 DF and I have to do our Engaged Encounter stuff. Just let me know.
I'm sorry about asshatty IRS. I smite them! Smite! (If I smite them hard enough, maybe I can put off the 36-state tax return nightmare that is our every spring, too).
Thank you, and thanks to everyone for the support. It's nerve-wracking, and the last thing I needed right now. Consider yourselves hugged and kissed, as innocently or naughtily as your hearts desire.
Edited to make subjects and verbs agree properly. I am so anal.
Ha, vw, btdt. Timelies! totally on a feedback high cause everybody loves my new fic so much. There is no dialogue I can't capture, no genre I can't make my bitch.(Ok, my ego must have gotten most of that!)
Hey everyone! I'm enjoying a lovely snow day--one of the perks of an hourlong (and interstate) commute is that my boss is quite firm about me not coming in when the roads are bad. YAY.
I fell to the Communists yesterday, so it can't be me.
Ooh! This is now my new favorite euphemism for the occasion, replacing "My grandmother fell off the roof". (FTR, I am also most definitely not preggers.)
Welcome, Bells! It's nice to meet you. Give billytea many hugs for us, okay?
Wicked cool tat, Kristin! I think I remember you mentioning that you were thinking about getting a tattoo of that symbol. It's beautiful.
I will check my March calendar and get back to you. Fun!
Wicked cool tat, Kristin! I think I remember you mentioning that you were thinking about getting a tattoo of that symbol. It's beautiful.
Thanks Kate! How are the roads up there now?
omigodomigod.
So, I'm doing the "Early Show", this coming Monday morning.
I need people to come and hang out and watch and comment on the makeover, on live television - this is CBS.
At half past four this Monday morning.
JZ, bless her angelic heart, is coming. So is my mama in law.
I need a couple more people. Anyone? Free breakfast and a film crew on Monday morning? It will air live between 7 and 9 am on the west coast...
So, Steph, are you waiting until your dream subject pipes up before you tell?
If it's me -- no need to wait. Tell all.
If you're sitting around in a bathrobe when you know that UPS is going to attempt a delivery between 2pm and 5pm, they are CERTAIN to come while you're sitting around in your bathrobe.This law has even further reaching implications for me. Most days, I am up and dressed, because I wake early early early, and because I've got to cart someone, somewhere, or actually go somewhere myself.
If there is a day when I don't dress (erm...still in my snowman jammies and my robe as I type, but in part because there was a whole question of whether or not I'd go out with the kids before the freezing rain started and well, I could explain further, but I'm already boring myself), like today, sure enough, *someone* will ring my doorbell.
The first time this happened, I was pregnant with Julia and desperately morning sick. I was lying around as unkempt as I could be, and my 70 year old neighbor rang the bell. Ben ran to the door, so we couldn't hide. I think I was wearing a sweater and jammie pants, and had never even combed my hair. It was recycling day, and our newpapers had blown down the street. She came to tell me. Thankfully, I had dressed Ben. I pulled the nausea excuse out as soon as I could, so she wouldn't think I was a total sloth. Since then, the rare day I decide not to dress either means the mailman has a question for me or wants to remind me my car inspection sticker will soon expire (!!!), the meter reader is coming, or a neighbor finally decides off the cuff to introduce herself. Sloth doesn't pay in *lots* of ways.
How are the roads up there now?
I don't know about the highway, but the road outside my house (a pretty major town road) is plowed but not cleared. My voice teacher called me a little while ago to cancel our lesson for tonight, because she was worried about me driving over in bad conditions (it's about a 20-minute drive in clear conditions, much of it along unlit roads). I'm just as happy to stay in!
So, I'm doing the "Early Show", this coming Monday morning.
DEB!!!! Coolth!!!!!!!!!
So, Steph, are you waiting until your dream subject pipes up before you tell?
Yeah, I really should.