Hi, everyone! Timelies. Can tell I've been watching H:LOTS because almost typed Timlies. Don't take this wrong, but I doubt I would greet *everyone* here that enthusiastically. Watched Luther Mahoney get shot again...there's an interesting story about that I found in my travels through the internets, but I'll leave that on a want-to-know basis. Meara: Cass, I'm so sorry. Wish I could say something useful but am stuck with meaningless-yet-heartfelt. Polter-Cow, hey! And I know there was something else...
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[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.
DC has some actual sunshine. But I'm probably going to be spending most of this afternoon in my office, which is in a basement. It does have a tiny window, but it just looks out on a sunless alley.
And now she has an e tag.
I'm going to eat a burrito.
I guess the one-letter tags will be unexplained in the kind of inside joke which will undoubtedly make flocks of neurotic Buffistas feel Left Out and Excluded.
Heh.
There's about an inch and a half on top of the cars, but it's more compacted on the ground.
It's just enough to make the trees pretty, but not enough to hide the fact that I haven't mowed the lawn since before I got pregnant.
I believe I have figured it out, but time will tell.
Glad to see P-C back in the bosom of the bitches.
Sharing the annoying and left out feeling at the coy.
Not rainy here, yet, but socked in with clouds, so that could change at any time.
Sounds like we have more on our end, then. The neighbors managed a decent-sized snowman out of it.
Someone slap me and make me stop calling myself a wimp who gets scared of stupid stuff just like my mother.
Susan, stop it.
Well, I'll check back in after a few days when the coy tee-heeing over secret tag messages is over and done with. Sorry, but I was not sad to leave stuff with that kind of vibe behind. Back in middle-school.
Ah yes, but not above doing a little middle-school eye rolling and putting it down.