I'm so sorry, Cindy.
Elliot: I thought I said discreet. Gwen: What, do you see nipple?
'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
Lyra Jane - Apr 27, 2005 8:04:47 am PDT #6004 of 10001
Up with the sun
Jessica - Apr 27, 2005 8:08:21 am PDT #6005 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
{{Cindy}}
lisah - Apr 27, 2005 8:18:19 am PDT #6006 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
Cindy I'm so sorry for your loss.
beth b - Apr 27, 2005 8:19:41 am PDT #6007 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
I'm sorry Cindy
ChiKat - Apr 27, 2005 8:21:50 am PDT #6008 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
{{Cindy}}
Trudy Booth - Apr 27, 2005 8:22:49 am PDT #6009 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
My condolences, Cindy.
Amy - Apr 27, 2005 8:25:35 am PDT #6010 of 10001
Because books.
I'm so sorry, Cindy. It's always hard.
Welcome to the world, Isaac! And easy-recovery ~ma to Burrell.
Calli - Apr 27, 2005 8:27:17 am PDT #6011 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, Cindy.
WindSparrow - Apr 27, 2005 8:32:12 am PDT #6012 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Seems there is much punctuation and ~ma needed, whether congratulatory or otherwise.
Hello there, Isaac.
Hugs specially Cindy and vw and in general to all and sundry.
Me, I am having a dandy time, just dandy, attempting Mac-required recto-cranial inversion therapy on myself.
Deena - Apr 27, 2005 8:49:58 am PDT #6013 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
{{Cindy}} I'm so sorry.
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I had a business call today. I was supposed to call at 10, or as soon as I was functional. What with baby difficulties, it was almost 11. Client was on the phone. I called back and got him at 11:30. He ripped my deathless prose to shreds and I had to hang up for the rewrite since he kept making suggestions in my ear as I was trying to form a coherent sentence. I called back. 5 minutes later, Aidan crawled on top of my head (somehow getting up on the back of my chair and then whomping!) to tell me he had a poopy diaper. I attempted to change the diaper while discussing why the client's sentences were not sentences but were, instead, ass... diplomatically. Since I was distracted (and he knew why) he decided to tell me a funny story. But it wasn't. He said he'd hang up and I could call him back after the babies were down for a nap. He should know, but I did not remind him, that Aidan's naptime isn't until 2 and Kara mostly doesn't take one. I just told him I'd call him back after the next rewrite.
I deleted all the "he's an ass, such an ass" notes from the document, replaced many of my old sentences and sent it back. Then I called again because Kara and Aidan had taken themselves off to the bedroom to play (little did I realize that was MY bedroom). The client decided to line edit without having read the whole thing, and so kept suggesting changes to each sentence that were already there in the next sentence. He didn't like my quote of him -- he preferred something with more "ums".
I got off the phone with him, finally satisfied, sent off the article to a client...and then realized I'd sent a previous draft, and had to go back and re-send the right one.
Sheesh.