Jayne ,'The Message'
[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.
I made chicken and bowtie pasta with spinach alfredo sauce. It was damn good. And by make, I mean used ingredients that were all prepackaged or frozen. I just heated and threw together but it tasted good anyway.
Aren't babies supposed to have an automatic shut-off on their bellies? O seems to want to keep stuffing food into his face as long as we'll keep giving it to him. I'm worried he's getting overfed.
I'm trying to decide what to make for dinner. I've narrowed it down to either spaghetti or stir-fry. I think I'll go with the spaghetti, and doctor up the sauce with some mushrooms or spinach or something.
me? i'm having bagel bites, which ties back in to the pizza theme from today. i'm plain jane though. i only like cheese on my pizza and bagel bites.
ita makes me laugh even though i got mental pictures of Aragorn going down on his horsey.
Yay, Hil!
Hurray for home ownership, Burrell!
For a day I fully expected to be from hell after Annabel screwed with The Schedule by waking up at 5:45 and not going back to sleep until 7:00, when I normally wake up (she usually wakes up around 8:30), today has been surprisingly OK. Even though I slept till 9:00 and didn't shower till noon, I did stuff. I got confirmation letters out to the two agents who've verbally/electronically committed to our conference, sent an email to an editor who told one of our chapter's authors that she could probably come, and sent a letter to a certain major romance publisher that gets so many requests for these things that they appoint a conference coordinator and make everyone go through her.
I also traded emails with the ongoing freelance client and did my normal Monday errands--basically a post office-copy store-library run. And I've still got a little time left before writers group at 6:30, which I think I'll use to straighten and vacuum the living room so I feel like it's Annabel-safe again. I've been making the poor kid live in the playpen and exersaucer all day, but she's been pretty patient about it.
Damn. My walking range is only 500 miles; under the right circumstances, 500 more.
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles?
Welcome to the home ownershop club, Burrell!
here she goes attributing beastial *acts* to Aragorn
The horse kissed him! I'm just extrapolating here.
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles?
Thanks for that Proclaimers earworm there, Daniel.
Did cat stacking craze start here or in Natter?