Buffy ,'Same Time, Same Place'
[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.
Suddenly it's raining. Why this has caused me to weary of the Dreamweaver tutorial I'm doing and make me long to sit in the recliner with my soft fluffy black cat, I dunno.
Why, it's magic. Here's Mishka to walk on my keyboard and distract me. Goooood kitty!
This is why I said I was a bit frightened that I knew Betazoid wedding customs. I just outed myself as a big ol' ST:TNG fan. In the way that Andrew, Jonathan and Warren would be proud.
I just outed myself as a big ol' ST:TNG fan
Oddly enough, I am not a huge fan of ST:TNG, but that detail stuck in my brain anyway.
This is why I said I was a bit frightened that I knew Betazoid wedding customs.Yes, and your comment was the one that made me wonder what I'd missed. But I hadn't really missed anything, except a reference I knew I was missing in the first place.
I think it caught my eye, because some of us (old Bronzers) sometimes referred to people who posted at the Bronze Beta as Betazoids, but I never knew there was a TV reference to that term. I get such a good education, here.
Susan, you've got mail.
t checks both addresses
Don't see it--did you send to comcast or gmail?
((((Cindy)))) Took me a while to catch up.
Thanks, Heather. How's Mr. H and family doing?
His grandmother is fine. Mr. H griped at her a bit for self-diagnosing. We're going up there in June instead of May because a) I'd like more time to train Oz before we take him to other people's houses. b) Mr. H's incredibly generous parents just sold their DC condo and are giving Mr. H their newish truck, and us a nice little check which we will be completely responsible with and pay debts and put in savings.
Also, I am madly in love with Oz.
I knew the betazoid wedding customs too.
The weird thing about being sat on by a baby with a poopy diaper is that I never knew it was coming. He somehow stealth climbed the back of my computer chair--oh, I knew they were back there, but not until he whomped on my head did I know he was UP there.
I really, really want Erin's dinner.
Don't see it--did you send to comcast or gmail?
gmail. Maybe I typed it in wrong. Let me resend.