At least you're just broken. I killed DX.
Faith: A kid. Angel's got a kid. Wesley: Connor. Faith: A teenage kid born last year. Wesley: I told you, he grew up in a hell dimension. Faith: Right. And what, Cordelia spent her last summer as… Wesley: A divine being. Faith: Uh-huh. Can I just ask--What the hell are you people doing?
'Why We Fight'
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.
Aims - Jan 14, 2005 2:03:33 pm PST #4310 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Scrappy - Jan 14, 2005 2:09:15 pm PST #4311 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
The Times!! Go Hec!
And go cutiehead Miraclette!
Lysana - Jan 14, 2005 2:10:18 pm PST #4312 of 10002
Hellbound Equal-Opportunity Nookie Hog
Baby tiara!
dies, body falls on DX
Beverly - Jan 14, 2005 2:14:51 pm PST #4313 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh, oh, oh! Too cute baby pix. Where's that handy portable defibrilator? My heart's gone all pittypat!
Atropa - Jan 14, 2005 2:15:27 pm PST #4314 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
iiiiiieeee! So! Cute! I especially like the tiara picture.
Lee - Jan 14, 2005 2:16:25 pm PST #4315 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Cutiehead Emma!
Topic!Cindy - Jan 14, 2005 2:26:58 pm PST #4316 of 10002
What is even happening?
Oh my word she is a cutie. The pictures of the two of you are priceless, Aimee.
vw, bring in both the bubbly and the soda.
vw bug - Jan 14, 2005 2:47:11 pm PST #4317 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
Awwwww...sweet baby pictures! I get to see her next weekend. Yay!
vw, bring in both the bubbly and the soda.
I did. Thank you.
DavidS - Jan 14, 2005 3:01:02 pm PST #4318 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I did. Thank you.
Good. Now you can post pictures of your new haircut.
Cashmere - Jan 14, 2005 3:01:05 pm PST #4319 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
Please tell me if this is a killing offense.
DH wants to go to happy hour with people from work. No problem. I stay home with Owen and he says he'll be back in about two hours. One hour later (5:30), he calls and asks me if I'd like to bring the boy and go out to dinner. Yay! I'd love to. But he doesn't know where yet--he'll call me when he knows. At 6:00, he has a friend call from her cell phone. No, they don't know where they're eating yet, but she'll call me when they do. So I feed the boy and don't eat myself because we're going out. At 7:15 (!) DH calls and says, "do you want to meet at the pub at 8:30?"
We had lunch at noon. I'm starving and 8:30 is an hour away. And it's too close to Owen's bedtime, considering he's tired and sore.
I say, "No, thanks. I think we're staying home."
Clueless DH says, "Are you sure?"
Feh. If I'd have done this to him, he'd be FURIOUS (and low blood sugary besides). He knew about this event days ago. We could have gotten a babysitter, but he said, "no, I don't want to stay that long."
I'm going to bed mad.