Happy birthday, Kristin! Happy birthday, Maria!
Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots. Shut up!
Mal ,'War Stories'
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.
Polter-Cow - Feb 11, 2005 7:02:39 pm PST #598 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Beverly - Feb 11, 2005 8:49:50 pm PST #599 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Is it still yesterday where you are, -t? Happy Birthday! Or Happy Birthday plus one day if it's already tomorrow. And Birthday Happies to sorellas Kristin and Maria!
Computer-ma galore to askye.
beth b - Feb 11, 2005 9:03:35 pm PST #600 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
happy birthday -t, Kristin and Maria
Lee - Feb 11, 2005 9:06:54 pm PST #601 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Happy Birthday -t, Kristin and Maria!
Lysana - Feb 11, 2005 9:22:53 pm PST #602 of 10001
Hellbound Equal-Opportunity Nookie Hog
Happy birthday to -t, Kristin and Maria!
MY WORLD IS A CROTCH!
Dude? A Scottish accent from an Indian mouth will break the strongest brain.
Cashmere - Feb 11, 2005 10:37:28 pm PST #603 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
2 a.m. vomiting baby.
2 sheet changes, including mattress pad.
2 sleeper changes.
2 shirt changes for Mommy.
Baby sleeping. Mommy, NSM.
No articles or pronouns.
Lee - Feb 11, 2005 10:40:34 pm PST #604 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
{{{Cashmere}}}
Cashmere - Feb 11, 2005 10:42:03 pm PST #605 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Thanks, Lee. I'm actually ok. Owen is a bit worse for wear. He's so exhausted. I hate the feeling of holding that tiny heaving body. No fever, though, which is good. I'm up washing the sheets now.
Topic!Cindy - Feb 12, 2005 1:15:45 am PST #606 of 10001
What is even happening?
Oh, Cashmere. Stomach bugs are the worst, but they're worse still in the middle of the night, and I know you're missing hockey, but man you've gone for the hat trick of stomach bugs--in a child who is too young to tell you, "I'm gonna frow up," or to aim. Damn. I'm so sorry. I hope he feels better soon, and I hope you get some rest.
Topic!Cindy - Feb 12, 2005 2:46:41 am PST #607 of 10001
What is even happening?
Happy Belated Birthday, -t!!!
Happy Birthday, Maria!!!
Happy Birthday, Kristin!!!