Cordelia ,'Lessons'
[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.
Sneaking in under the wire to say happy birthday, Laura!
And man, I married a good cook. Who'd have thought that rhubarb, French breakfast radishes*, heritage carrots**, and merlot-soaked dried mushrooms would do so many favors to ground venison? He did.
(*) - Green skin, white flesh that shades to deep red. A nice bite when raw and sweet when cooked.
(**) - Red skin with orange and yellow insides. Lovely, mild taste. Better than normal carrots, IMNSHO.
I am Teppy's resentful awake brain.
Hop on IM for a minute, and I'll send you some Miles Davis.
There isn't anything else you can take?
Nope. Barbituates and pregnancy turn out to be non-mixy things.
Nope. Barbituates and pregnancy turn out to be non-mixy things.
::crosses pregnancy off Fun Things To Do list::
Nope. Barbituates and pregnancy turn out to be non-mixy things.
Argh. And the warm milk or chamomile tea tricks aren't making dents, either, I take it?
well, drinking large volumes of liquid before bed is really just a recipe for waking up even sooner, since my bladder right now is being squished beyond any useful measure.
Theraflu tastes like wombat urine.
Theraflu tastes like wombat urine.
The things I learn from Buffistas. Can't say as I've ever tried wombat urine myself.
I hope Pete remembered to tell the tipsy goth that there were cupcakes. Which, by the way, should be stored in the fridge if they're not being eaten tonight. (If you don't see this, Jilli, they won't kill you if they go room temp overnight, and besides, your house will drop to fridge temps this evening, anyhow. I think it's to protect the buttercream.)
Poor Burrell.
It's sad-making to realize that in just a few weeks, the bladder will be squished even more.
We were doing our childbirth class homework tonight, and one of the things I'm supposed to do during the first stages is to make sure I go to the bathroom once an hour. Somehow, I'm thinking that won't be a problem, as I find 45 minutes a stretch even now.
So, any more room at the insomnia inn?
I'm wide freakin' awake.