I'm wearing a shortie nightgown and a pair of shorts. I may change the nightgown for a shirt before I start cooking. Probably.
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'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.
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, 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.
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.
Oh, Cashmere! You poor thing! I hope you feel better soon. Puking is NO fun.
{{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.
{{{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.
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...
{{{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.