I think the only reason DH and I already have both wills and living wills is because we both had family members who needed them. It's oddly reassuring to have it taken care of.
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.
I call dibs on extracting his brain with a crochet hook!
It'll only take a minute.
Funny existential typo, now preserved for posterity.
Apparently, I did that twice. I caught the first, but not the second. Hee.
(Sorry, God. I didn't really mean that.)
Put my corpse on the moon with an empty gas can in my hand, with footprints that lead back to a VW Beatle that has a map of Cleveland lying open on the front seat.
Jobma, juliana. Better than that, julianama, theatre.
The biggest Goth event in the Valley is tonight. If I had known, I might've dragged my wannabe self to it.
What event? Tell, tell!
Although, mummification would be acceptable. Especially if y'all built a tomb that lasted over 4,000 years with no sign of falling down. That would be acceptable indeed.
But I wanted to have your skull! So I could have it cleaned, inlaid with silver, and used as a candy bowl.
So I could have it cleaned, inlaid with silver, and used as a candy bowl.
Ooo, skulls.
Put my corpse on the moon with an empty gas can in my hand, with footprints that lead back to a VW Beatle that has a map of Cleveland lying open on the front seat.
I think we need to start taking up a collection now to make sure this happens.
I don't care. Take me out with the trash if you give a good wake first.
Hubby's great dream is to be buried in an abandoned mine--oodles around here--in full armor, with his sword in his hand, then have the mine sealed to maybe discovered in a few hundred years and give archaeologists fits. "My god, I had no idea Vikings got to Utah! And what amazing surgeons they were! Look at the metal on his spine!"
I love this.