So that means you'll get to the fun bit where you're floating above the car any moment now, right?
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.
There's a fun bit? Awesome. It's coming any minute, I'm sure of it.
Am so mad at Christopher right now. Am very very mad. Am typing, rather than screaming, because am very very mad. Am going upstairs to get away from children.
Oh, see? Cindy's already gotten there!
Am so mad at Christopher right now. Am very very mad. Am typing, rather than screaming, because am very very mad. Am going upstairs to get away from children.
Oh no. He's too smart. He's already figured out the important buttons to push.
Groceries ordered. Delivery for tomorrow.
A ssnarky gif proposing a "compromise" on the evolution/ID controversy. Worth a "heh", possibly two.
Oh, see? Cindy's already gotten there!
I have seen the mountain top!
Oh no. He's too smart. He's already figured out the important buttons to push.
Not so much with the button pushing. He likes everything happy. It was a weird, where-do-I-get-mad, why-am-I-so-mad situation. Chris knocked over one of the living room lamps, and bent it all to hell. I saw the lamp going down, and saw Ben leaving the room. The light went out (we have no overhead lights in the living room). Julia started yelling, "I know what happened. I saw the whole thing. I can tell you exactly what happened."
Meanwhile, I'm trying not to run through Carlin's seven words. I put the other lamp on, and saw that the fallen lamp was all bent. Ben still hadn't come back in the room. I thought he'd knocked it over and then fled, which made me angry. Then I was informed it was Chris. Chris cries whenever anything isn't all fluffybunnyhappysunny. Ben's repeating over and over, "It wasn't me," even though I hadn't yet accused him.
I asked Chris what happened, and he went into this long story that started with whatever he was watching on TV. I said, "Never mind," and came in here and typed, so I wouldn't scream. Ben was still proclaiming his innocence for all to hear. Julia was still asserting she had the complete eye witness testimony.
I went upstairs for a moment, came down, and started to take apart the lamp to see if I could unbend it. It was mostly (but not exclusively) the brackety thing that loops over the now-dead-lightbulb that was bent. The post was also sort of bent too though, and another part I don't even know what to call. I then saw that the end table was gouged, as well.
Julia began her deposition, and it turns out she had a blanket over the lamp. I interrupted her with a "YOu had a blanket over the lamp!??!!!!!" because although we aren't no-kids-in-the-living room people, it's a designated calm area, where you don't play with things that aren't toys.
Chris knocked over the lamp by either tripping over the blanket, or in trying to remove it.
I have a headache, and now Scott's home.
I learned the phrase "survival skills" in much this way, Cindy. Because Mom would say if I had any, to get out of her face, right now (And there are crowds where I don't say that, because some people hear child abuse in it. Nah...just like Lois on TV. Mom loves Lois.) Hec, you are creepy psychic. Guess who I just got E-mail from... judgy social worker...it's that time again. I know just the thing.
I interrupted her with a "YOu had a blanket over the lamp!??!!!!!"
Okay, this is the scary part of the story. Blankets + lamps = fire.
It's probably a good thing I didn't have children. I might set them all out the back door and tell them to never come back.