Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[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.
vw, that is an adorable pan. You should link to such things before get togethers when I am trying to decide what to get you rather than after. ;)
You're silly! I love what you got me. Plus, you shouldn't be spending that much money on me :)
Poor Nonian! I'm so sorry!
The first scratch is always the worst.
That's what my dad said, as in, well, now you don't have to worry about the first scratch. It doesn't look that bad because that car itself is silver, but I'm just mad at myself because it was my own damn fault.
Whew.
We made it through a night with no night terrors. Which means, for the first time in three days, DH and I actually got a reasonable stretch of uninterrupted sleep. I feel much more human.
Oh Nonian, congrats and my sympathies, all at the same time. The car dealer might be able to get you some touch up paint, in the right color.
regular - I couldn't find any dutched. some day I will. then i will have to make a batch with both and see what the difference is.
That's good to know. Thanks, beth. I've been waiting 'til I shopped, but maybe now I won't.
That's great. May this be the beginning of a new trend.
It's in the 50s here today! I have windows open -- and there's a nice breeze going that doesn't even feel cold.
Woo hoo! Spring-like weather.
It was great to hear from billytea--I miss his regular contributions to my education!
Nonian, I'm so sorry about the scratch, but yay! on the new car. And what Cindy said--the dealer can get you a little applicator with matching paint.
I wish DH would get finished fiddling with the PC--I want to go couch-shopping!
I wish DH would get finished fiddling with the PC--I want to go couch-shopping!
My first thought was that you were going to go shopping from your couch. It's shopping for a couch, though, right?
As is true of almost every day, I need to be working and I'm not. The Braves are on the radio. I don't like the new station they're on. There's no real reason so far except that I have to work really hard to avoid anything else the station runs; it's the station of Rush Limbaugh, among other thingsj. I did e-mail the station to ask when the schedule was going to be posted on the web, because I couldn't listen to the station to find out because my head would explode. I did get an e-mail back the next day from the sports director, thanking me for my "funny e-mail" and saying "soon."
I need to be working and I'm not.
Ditto. But as soon as I'm done with what I'm doing, then I'll work. Or nap. Probably nap. But then, I'll work. I swear!
I was going to work, but then my mother called and set a record for the number of times I said, "Well, we both have stuff to do," without being able to get her off the phone. After that I had lunch, and whatever tiny bit of momentum I had was gone.
Oh, Ginger, I do sympathize, I have so been there.
And yes, shopping for a new couch. Well, right now we're at the very beginning stages of seeing what's out there, since we haven't shopped for upholstered furniture for at least a decade.