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[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.
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Mac OS X 10.3.7; Sarfari 1.2.4,
Thanks. Iffin you notice something like this again, I should be able to repro it on Fredlet.
Wanna come here and change her diapers for me, GC?
I would! I would! It's easy for me to say not having to do it all the time, eh?
Happy Birthday, Windsparrow!
Timelies, all.
When I used to babysit, I used to hold squirmy babies up by their ankles with one hand, so their butts were off the table. They could twist around, but not get anywhere. Plus they dug being upside down, so it often calmed them down.
Happy Birthday, Windsparrow!
I have coffee. It's enough.
I would! I would! It's easy for me to say not having to do it all the time, eh?
Yup.
And it is cute that she likes the stars her daddy painted for her so much. She always has--even when she was a newborn you could tell they fascinated her.
Cutie Annabel.
I'm going to see my niece next weekend. We'll see how squirmy she is these days (4 months).
Forecast for Brooklyn:
SNOW WILL MOVE IN LATE THIS MORNING. THE SNOW WILL BECOME VERY HEAVY LATE THIS AFTERNOON AND EVENING..AND MAY MIX WITH SLEET TONIGHT AS WARMER AIR MOVES IN ALOFT. TOTAL SNOW ACCUMULATIONS WILL BE 14 TO 21 INCHES BY SUNDAY EVENING.
Yikes.
About twenty minutes ago, I was looking out the window saying "Huh, it looks like it might be starting to snow." Now it's completely solid white outside. And yet, still contemplating going to an open-house this afternoon. (Also realizing that we have no food in the house, and my boots are at work, which means all the shopping will be done by DH. Poor man. He suffers so much for my flakiness.)
Oo. The snow just started to trickle down. I'm guessing white-out will follow shortly. So long as we don't lose power, I'm good. Our heat is oil, so that's good, but when we lose power, we lose water--not just hot water, all water. Ah the joys of a well.
Dave just got back from the grocery store. He stumbled in the door, looked at me accusingly and said, "I must love you a lot."