Awww...that's better than the pie, itself (which, I'm sure is fantastic)!
Unfortunately, I have class tonight. No Deena or pie for me.
It's simple. I slap 'em around a bit, torture 'em, make their lives hell...Sure, the nice guys'll run away,but every now and then you'll find a prince like Spike who gets off on it.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
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.
ChiKat - Jan 12, 2005 12:42:03 pm PST #3587 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Pix - Jan 12, 2005 12:46:27 pm PST #3588 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.
No Deena or pie for me.
Sadder words have never been uttered.
Deena - Jan 12, 2005 1:25:46 pm PST #3589 of 10002
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Dang. Class is good though. Maybe sometime when there isn't a class.
Dinner's cooking: chicken alfredo on bite-sized rigatoni (longer pasta can be a disaster movie at our house); steamed green beans, a salad of romaine, field greens, tomatoes and cukes, and apple pie for dessert. I'm pleased.
Of course, it's sauce from a jar and the greens are bagged, but I don't really care. I could make sauce that good, but it would be work.
Laura - Jan 12, 2005 1:29:26 pm PST #3590 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
I wasn't up to trying to make everyone happy for dinner so I dialed. Cheese pizza, spinach calzone, antipasto, and tuna salad plate. Now to go pick up. It was the best plan.
DavidS - Jan 12, 2005 1:32:34 pm PST #3591 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Well done, Nora! You are so validated today.
Eager to see Jessimoon pictures. (vw too, but I'm exercising patience.)
From Cleolinda:
UGLY MONKEY BOX: OH SNAP. *ching*
Heh.
Atropa - Jan 12, 2005 1:37:03 pm PST #3592 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Dinner's cooking: chicken alfredo on bite-sized rigatoni (longer pasta can be a disaster movie at our house); steamed green beans, a salad of romaine, field greens, tomatoes and cukes, and apple pie for dessert. I'm pleased.
That's it. I'm going to Deena's house for dinner.
I'm also waiting for my boss to swing by my desk so I can ask her if I can take work with me so I can work from home tomorrow, because I am going to be in NO fit shape to come in. Not enough ThermaCare patches & Midol in the world, I tell you.
Daisy Jane - Jan 12, 2005 1:46:58 pm PST #3593 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Like the bitch barometer. Need the Pussy Pucker Pots
Hil R. - Jan 12, 2005 1:47:56 pm PST #3594 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
On the ballet question (I know it's kind of late) -- there are some teachers who'll start girls en pointe a little earlier, like 10 or so, but that's strongly not recommended, since starting too early can screw up the foot and ankle development as she grows.
Deena - Jan 12, 2005 1:56:25 pm PST #3595 of 10002
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
While I was happily making dinner, the babies climbed the barrier between the houseplants and themselves, dug three of them out and had a dirt flinging contest.
Strix - Jan 12, 2005 2:10:17 pm PST #3596 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I just applied for a job teaching for the Princeton Review. Like an idiot, I took the qualifying test for the whole damn GRE, instead of the one for verbal only. And I suck at math.
I thought I could take multiples tests, dammit.
Sob.