Oh, greater Boston-istas - Newbury Comics is having a sale on DVDs. They are all 20% off new, used, or if it's got an additional sale price.
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.
Go boring. Choose boring!
Second.
This morning, my daughter apparently thought I should dress her. When I was walking while she was still in her pajamas she said, "Helllloooo, can't you see I'm still not dressed."
ETA is whenever Part II finishes up. I'm on a break between Parts I & II, thus the attempt at typing.
(Hard, as I have my IV port in my left hand, and it's painful to type with it. Also, there's a bag over it.)
I just had a bath in a nice jacuzzi tub, and now I want one.
Huh, I always just thought Red was still Jon Lovitz
I'm almost certain that these days Red is Billy West. Somewhere along the lines (and a while ago, too) Red stopped sounding (to me) like Lovitz, and started sounding like a Lovitz impersonator.
Not too long ago, I realized that Red sounded like Fry doing a Lovitz impersonation. That's when I started to suspect that Billy West had taken over.
Plei, did anyone ever take any pictures of pregnant!you?
that a mother's thoughts at the time of conception could imprint themselves on her child.
... or if she was startled by something while pregnant, the child would have a mark on it in the shape of the thing that startled her. Also, ugly people who stared at her would make the child ugly, etc. etc.
That's totally true though. When my Mom was pregnant with me, before she even knew I was on the way, she and Dad went camping in the Smokies. One night someone very stupidly left food on the picnic table instead of locking it up in the car and all too predictably a black bear came into the campsite and chowed down. Scared the fuck out of my folks... they hear the noise, they peek, screaming ensues, the bear runs off but hits the tent ropes on the way outta dodge and the thing collapses on my parents (who at first, of course, think they're about to be eaten...)
And nine months later I was born with bare feet.
t runs. the. fuck. a. way.
Someone who's closer than me smack her.
I'm glad that Cass and BillyTea like their penguins. I would have said so earlier, but I'm still having computer trauma, which will be over when I get back from Cleveland(!!!), as that will be the soonest I can pick up said computer.
Timelies, all, with special greetings to soon-to-be-mamma-Plei.
Hi Abi!