My whole life just flashed before my eyes! I gotta get me a life!

Xander ,'Dirty Girls'


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.


Deena - Feb 13, 2005 6:41:59 am PST #821 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

I'm wearing a shortie nightgown and a pair of shorts. I may change the nightgown for a shirt before I start cooking. Probably.


SailAweigh - Feb 13, 2005 6:45:25 am PST #822 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

I'm still in jammies. And I just finished making breakfast: toasted french baguette with herbed brie and a bowl of fresh fruit (canteloupe, strawberries, grapes and kiwi.) I've got coffee. I'm set for the day. I'll get out of the pjs when the daughter gets here.

Hi, lexine! Loved the A's story, you big fangurl, you.


vw bug - Feb 13, 2005 6:45:41 am PST #823 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Mmmm...pancakes. Maybe I'll make some of those when Emily gets up. I technically had breakfast already, but what's a little more food?

I too love the Kara stories.

Deena, do you think you'd have time later today or tomorrow morning to look at a couple of pieces of writing?


Cashmere - Feb 13, 2005 7:02:34 am PST #824 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Cashmere, did you leave, yet? How's Owen?

Plans have shifted a little. Owen's great. But he gave me his stomach bug. I woke up and promptly threw up. I can't keep anything down at this point so we're reevaluating. DH is trying to catch up on a little sleep.

I feel horrible because we're missing his mother's birthday lunch right this minute.


Lee - Feb 13, 2005 7:06:32 am PST #825 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Sigh. I was in the kitchen getting myself a bowl of cereal when Ozzie the cat started whining at me piteously. I didn't know what he wanted, so I ignored him, so he followed me into the living room.

Turns out what he wanted was to jump in my lap.

Ozzie the cat is now trying to figure out how to get cereal milk off the top of his head.

eta: Ugh, Cashmere. I hope you feel better soon.


vw bug - Feb 13, 2005 7:11:02 am PST #826 of 10001
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Oh, Cashmere! You poor thing! I hope you feel better soon. Puking is NO fun.


SailAweigh - Feb 13, 2005 7:13:44 am PST #827 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

{{Cashmere}} Bummer. The perils of parenthood are numberless.

Lee, you need another cat. One to jump in your lap and another one to clean the first one when it gets milk on its head. More efficient use of the milk, at least.


Anne W. - Feb 13, 2005 7:14:50 am PST #828 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

{{{Cashmere}}}

Productivity hit a bit of a halt after doing the bathroom. It seems that the plot bunnies were too insistent. I now have half a fic written.


vw bug - Feb 13, 2005 7:15:47 am PST #829 of 10001
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Anne, it's just a different *type* of productivity. Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself about the uploading of cds into iTunes...


Ginger - Feb 13, 2005 7:20:19 am PST #830 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

{{{Cashmere}}} I hope it's short lived.

Nora and Tom should schmoop all they want. Kara is cute. (She took apart your Swiffer? Have you thought about renting her out to a company that demolishes buildings?)

What a great day, Lexine. What's particularly great is that you have infected K-Bug with your madness.

My not-too-surprising discovery of the day:

Six miles of walking + four hours of standing and talking at a party = sore feet and back

The party was a wine-and-cheese party, with all different kinds of cheese. I discovered a cheese called parrano [link] that's wonderful. I was, somewhat depressingly, the only person there not part of a couple, but it was fun.