Good morning.
The nice benefit to passing out at 3 is that it actually somewhat corrected my schedule.
Now i really really want zankou chicken. But I need to find somebody else who is awake.
Jayne: What're you gonna tell the others? Mal: About what? Jayne: About why I'm dead. Mal: Hadn't thought about it. Jayne: Make something up. Don't tell 'em what I did.
'Ariel'
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.
Gris - May 01, 2005 9:55:44 am PDT #6766 of 10001
Hey. New board.
juliana - May 01, 2005 10:20:52 am PDT #6767 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Snow just isn't supposed to happen in May. It happened/is happening. Ugh.
Word. We were doing a reading of a friend's new play and had to stop to vent about the snow. Of course, I had to trot out the story of the Summer of '92 in Fairbanks, wherin the last snow of the season arrived on May 23 and the first snow of the season arrived on August 23. That's right, we had exactly 3 months to cram spring/summer/fall in. Actually, we hadn't quite reached fall yet, so the poor trees went into shock. I never knew they could do that, but they did.
I just want it warm enough by Saturday so I can wear my pretty dress and shoes for Z's birthday party.
sj - May 01, 2005 10:25:28 am PDT #6768 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Ranting seems to have helped. I have the apartment (mostly) straightened out. Dishes are soaking in the sink and trash has all been collected. Hopefully Teacup Guy will haul it out to the dumpster for me because there is just no way I am doing it. Now, I am off to get the makings of a salad for our dinner tonight. Sorry for my super whininess lately.
Cass - May 01, 2005 10:58:42 am PDT #6769 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
a Tonka Bean candle, which is awesomeYummery.
Also yummery? Smashed avocado on toast. I just had a piece and my tummy is nearly purring.
I finally got up off my ass and vacuumed the place too. I should just cut out the middle man and vacuum the cats directly. Damn they shed.
So far my friend hasn't called me. I suspect our definitions of "early" are not the same. But since I am *still* PMSing and not DMIing, I am content to finish up my laundry and cuddle with my heating pad for a while longer.
Pix - May 01, 2005 11:10:07 am PDT #6770 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
I just leapt over 2000 posts in a single bound.
So...how's things, Bitches?
beth b - May 01, 2005 11:19:44 am PDT #6771 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Kristin!
happy birthday Eddie.
right now, Dh and his friend are playing guitar in the back yard. the cat is joining them. I have my beads out , but mostly I am just moving them about.
Glamcookie - May 01, 2005 11:23:16 am PDT #6772 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Happies to Eddie and Nova.
{{{JZ}}}
Hi, Kristin!!
Connie Neil - May 01, 2005 11:28:33 am PDT #6773 of 10001
brillig
Bitches vs. Natter: Sometimes I go into Natter because I'd rather discuss politics than babies. I discuss changes in laws in Natter, I discuss Hubby's health woes in Bitches. Natter is a general forum, Bitches is a hug.
Nicole - May 01, 2005 11:31:41 am PDT #6774 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!
Ranting seems to have helped.
TCG needs to get a place with an elevator, sweetie! Sorry for the cranky, sj. Many, many {{{sj}}} hugs to you!
I should just cut out the middle man and vacuum the cats directly.
I've tried that with Ashton. Still have the scars. Good luck though!
sj - May 01, 2005 11:34:45 am PDT #6775 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
TCG needs to get a place with an elevator, sweetie! Sorry for the cranky, sj. Many, many {{{sj}}} hugs to you!
Yes,he does or at least not a third floor apartment in an old building with very steep stairs. Thanks. Salad is made, pots and pans are ready for pasta making, all of the dirty dishes are out of the sink, and the table is set. Now I just have to figure out how to stop crying.