Saffron: But we've been wed. Aren't we to become one flesh? Mal: Well, no, uh... We're still two fleshes here, and I think that your flesh ought to sleep somewhere else.

'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


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.


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.


flea - Jan 14, 2005 3:05:22 pm PST #4320 of 10002
information libertarian

Yes, this is a killing offense. Or at least a whuppin' one, so he learns not to do it again.

Lovely baby Emma. She smiles already!


deborah grabien - Jan 14, 2005 3:09:51 pm PST #4321 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Cashmere, that's a Le Crueset upside the head offense.

Emma is so. damned. cute. And she looks brilliant in green.


Atropa - Jan 14, 2005 3:11:25 pm PST #4322 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Cashmere, that is a killing offense. Is there someplace that you can order yummy delivery food for yourself from?


vw bug - Jan 14, 2005 3:14:25 pm PST #4323 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

Good. Now you can post pictures of your new haircut.

But, it looks awful, 'cause I took a nap, and now I have wings. But, if you can't wait till Sunday (when I'd have party pictures), I suppose I can have Em take some now.

Definitely a killing offense, Cashmere. I'm so sorry!