Oh my, Perkins! Your cat wins. Bastet just keeps insisting on jumping on the counter, knocking things off and freaking out the dog.
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[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.
Nicole has a new tag.
Happy daylight savings! I know the transition can be rocky, but I love daylight savings. Sunlight in the morning is wasted on me.
I'm with Annabel. I never liked milk, and my mother eventually gave up trying to make me drink it without some kind of flavoring to take away the yucky milk taste. Eventually it turned out that I'm pretty lactose intolerant.
"The cat wants to die" sounds like a password. The answer should be something like "The raven cries at midnight."
Nicole if you are around, can you get on AIM for a minute?
Hey, everyone. Happy Daylight Savings. I fell asleep at 2:30am last night, and woke up around 6. Didn't make it any easier to realize it was actually 7. Feh.
Sorry to be all crankypants right off the bat. I guess getting dumped will do that to you.
Oz keeps trying to bite the baby. So he either wants to win the contest between Perkins and Bastet, or he wants to spend the last sixty seconds of his life in the micowave.
Who was crazy enough to dump Kate?!!!
I'm sorry, Kate.
Aw, thanks, you guys. I'm pretty disappointed about it, but trying to keep a level head. I knew it wasn't going to be a real long-term thing, but I did hope it would last longer than a few weeks.
My experience has been that no matter how many times your head says, "I knew that was going to be short term. It was fun while it lasted," your gut keeps saying, "No, no, no."