Mal: Inara, think you could stoop to being on my arm? Inara: Will you wash it first?

'Heart Of Gold'


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.


§ ita § - Apr 30, 2005 7:08:01 am PDT #6585 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Oh dear.

That may very well be the master plan.


Deena - Apr 30, 2005 7:14:14 am PDT #6586 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

If you don't hear from me, send paramedics. Or the National Guard.


Topic!Cindy - Apr 30, 2005 7:16:39 am PDT #6587 of 10001
What is even happening?

The front door has a chain lock that she can't reach, so that's our backup there, and the back door has a very stiff deadbolt just above her head. I think we're safe...about keeping them in...with us. Oh dear.

When Chris was 3 years and about 3 months old, he scaled the gate we had up between the kitchen and the rest of the house. He pushed a kitchen chair over to the door, stood on it, unlocked both the chain lock and deadbolt, and then left to go get a Slurpee.

We were both home. I was napping. Scott was bathing Julia. Ben was watching TV in the living room (where I was napping) with Chris.

I think he might be able to reach the hook and eye locks these days, if he stood on one of our kitchen stools, but we figure it'll at least slow him down. Also, he's five, and knows our address, and phone number.


Deena - Apr 30, 2005 7:17:57 am PDT #6588 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

I remember when that happened, Cindy. I think that's when we bought the doorknob covers.


Steph L. - Apr 30, 2005 7:23:49 am PDT #6589 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

You were absolutely right to be afraid, Steph. She could have done anything and we wouldn't have known until it was too late.

If Kara and Clovis ever pooled their talents, we'd all be screwed.


vw bug - Apr 30, 2005 7:24:50 am PDT #6590 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

My younger brother had this amazing ability to wander off from my parents when he was little. He did it twice in one long weekend when we were in Ohio. The first time was at a mall. He wandered away looking at something, ended up going to the information booth and saying, "Hi. My name is ___________. My mom is looking at wicker baskets, and I lost her." They knew exactly which store mom was at and found her quickly.

The second time was at King's Island. He wandered off, found a litter getter, said, "Hi. My name is ___________. I lost my fambly. Are there toys?" The litter getter took him to the children's lost and found area where he promptly walked in, repeated his phrase and again asked for toys. They told my parents they'd never seen such a calm lost child before.

He never got out of the house...except that one time with me...but we won't go there :)


Deena - Apr 30, 2005 7:31:28 am PDT #6591 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Mom and dad were notorious for forgetting one of us. My turn was when I fell asleep in church and everyone went home. I had to unlock the church doors and get to the parking lot (down a long, winding, decorative type walk between trees and over a creek), to find only two people (though that's better than none). Mom and Dad had gotten all the way home before they realized they were missing one.

Perkins sent us stuffed animals. Anyone who has seen our house knows we don't need any more stuffed animals, and yet we (meaning Kara and I) are absolutely gleeful at the treasures. I got (through judicious trading and quick fingers) animal, beeker, kermit and gonzo finger puppets. We're sharing the duck-billed platypus. She let Aidan have the red dog, but Kara's keeping all the rest.


Laura - Apr 30, 2005 7:43:02 am PDT #6592 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

I'm so sorry for your loss Jacqueline.


Lee - Apr 30, 2005 7:59:05 am PDT #6593 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

PLATYPUS!


Deena - Apr 30, 2005 8:10:19 am PDT #6594 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

I love the platypus.

I'm down to gonzo. She took all the rest.