Oh, Gud! That is just too darling for words! Thanks so much for sharing.
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.
I can't listen at work - what's the song?
Sooo cute.
It's the ABC song, although, like many singers, he had to fake it a bit at the end. He has the ABC part down, though.
I am dead from the cute.
This is going to play havoc with my work schedule today.
Hey, by the way I want to make clear that I am not the lurker who met any Buffistas (that I know of) IRL. It's coincidental that d and Dee are similar.
I just skipped like a mad thing, and am afraid the FLY lady would croak if she came to visit me. I have no idea what anyone else is talking about. I just woke up from freaky dreams where my boyfriend and I were Monica and Rachel (or Pheobe? Couldn't actually tell who I was.) and he managed to get both of us pregnant. The kind of dream that makes you go "HUH?!?" even as you're still dreaming...
I still have his self-composed song "Bicycle", but it was recored a few months ago.
He is such a happy little guy.
DH appreciated the key change that happened at W. It is good to wake up to kids singing
Random history-related question: how many dead people would you think would be necessary before you'd call something a massacre?
how many dead people would you think would be necessary before you'd call something a massacre?
Wouldn't it depend on context? If someone killed everyone living in one house (i.e. John List killing his family of five or six in the 1970s) that could be a massacre. But as a societal thing? I think it depends on how much of a specific population was wiped out.
vw--I was once stuck at Schipol (the Amsterdam airport) for 5 hours. it's a good airport to wait around in--they have lots of chairs and newstands and a McDonalds and also nice coffee shops. They also have a massage booth and lots of nice little shops. I'm sure they had a pleasant time there--and now they are winging their way home!