Buffy ,'End of Days'
[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.
Jilli, my Mother swears by blowing a hot hair dryer into your mouth and nose for a few minutes several times a day to ward off an oncoming cold.
raises eyebrows
I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to convince Pete to do that. If I somehow do, I promise to take pictures.
I was having such fun visualizing that I just had to suggest it.
Bastet has figured out how to open the freezer. Yay.
Bastet has figured out how to open the freezer. Yay.
Now Bastet can get you a bowl of ice cream.
Now Bastet can get you a bowl of ice cream.
Ooooo...I like that idea. At this point, though, I'd be happier if she could make some dinner. I seem to be getting Emily's cold. Yay again.
Oh, and the police are outside saying, "Take a walk. Take a walk now." I'm afraid to look at see what's going on.
There is some speculation that people with cross-dominance, i.e., right handed and left eyed, are more clumsy.
As lisah said, this would explain a lot. I'm right handed w/ left eye dominance, but that may because the optic nerve in my right eye got deep-fried by a case of scarlet fever when I was a wee one. (I'm severely tunnel-blind in the right eye--it's like I'm going through life looking through a paper towel tube with gauze over the end)
Jilli, NONONONONONONO.
People have permanently lost their sense of smell from Zicam.
Off to find links.
Intranasal zinc is a very bad idea. There are several class-action suits.
Ah. Well, I guess not, then.
So mindlessly happy right now. I've been toting around through two or three moves over many, many years a portrait from a turn-of-the-century photographer's studio in NYC of an incredibly lovely and serious young woman identified only in scrawly handwriting on the back as "Mrs. James Hoe." And yesterday I heard some incredibly depressing news about a beloved relative and desperately needed something with which to distract myself, so I brought Mrs. Hoe in to work, scanned her in, and have started playing with her. She makes me oddly happy in a melancholy sort of way.