Aw, poor Hec. Feel better soon.Glad you could read at least.
Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty flowered bonnet, I will end you.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 33 1/3
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
erikaj - Mar 13, 2005 7:10:04 am PST #6736 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
Ginger - Mar 13, 2005 7:38:50 am PST #6737 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
OTOH, many of history's best authors and editors were chronic vomiters, so you could have worked that to your advantage....
Booker T. Washington, at one time one of the nation's most prolific speakers, threw up before every speech. (What are you looking at? His autobiography is a great book. My mind insist on holding on to the oddest of facts.)
Sorry about the food poisoning, Hec. The only thing worse than being sick is being sick away from home.
erikaj - Mar 13, 2005 7:48:01 am PST #6738 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
It was a great fear of James Dean's, as well, I understand. And, no, don't know how I know.
DavidS - Mar 13, 2005 8:57:37 am PST #6739 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Oatmeal was had. Brunch conversation was fun. My stomach is sore but behaving. We're packing up at Lee's, and off to see my friend Matthew, his wife and baby. Then over to MM & Aimee and Emeline. Then back on the road. Oof. Driving driving driving then work tomorrow.
SailAweigh - Mar 13, 2005 8:59:44 am PST #6740 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Glad you're feeling better, Hec! Oatmeal is a good thing, it's what's for breakfast (can you tell I had mine this morning?) And you get to see the Royal Miracleborns, lucky you.
Steph L. - Mar 13, 2005 8:59:59 am PST #6741 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Poor Hec's tummy. Have ginger ale.
I forgot to share the hideous outfit I saw last night at the wine tasting! I saw this woman from the side, wearing black satin pants (cut like jeans, not flowy pants) that were on the wrong side of tight, with stiletto heels and some sort of black shirt that I disremember. What really put it over the top, though, was the belt, which was a double strand of big fake pearls the size of martini olives. I elbowed my mom to point out the horrible outfit, which we had been doing all night.
The woman turns to walk our way, so we get a full frontal view -- the belt, the lovely double-stranded fake-pearl belt, had this as its belt buckle.
It's like a pimp cup you can wear!
Mom and I managed to not laugh our asses off until after the woman got past us.
brenda m - Mar 13, 2005 9:04:09 am PST #6742 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Hey, come on now, I thought I looked pretty hot.
Steph L. - Mar 13, 2005 9:10:09 am PST #6743 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Hey, come on now, I thought I looked pretty hot.
You could have at least said Hi....
Scrappy - Mar 13, 2005 9:15:36 am PST #6744 of 10002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Hec beat me to it with his mad fast-posting skillz. Brunch was lots of fun and the oatmeal was dee-lish.
Sheryl - Mar 13, 2005 9:16:49 am PST #6745 of 10002
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
I have a purring cat on my lap. Alas, I must dislodge her. Such hardship...