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.
And don't you ever stand for that sort of thing. Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back! ... You got the right same as anyone to live and try to kill people.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
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.
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!!!
Nora Deirdre - Feb 12, 2005 3:17:03 am PST #608 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Birthday happies for all! Sympathy gronk for Cashmere. I am at work. But I have a new cell phone to play with, yay!