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.
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.
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.
a Tonka Bean candle, which is awesome
Yummery.
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.
I just leapt over 2000 posts in a single bound.
So...how's things, Bitches?
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.
Happies to Eddie and Nova.
{{{JZ}}}
Hi, Kristin!!
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.
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!
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.
For me, Bitches is like the group of friends you call immediately when anything amazing, horrible, amusing or mundane happens. As connie said, a hug.
Still have the scars.
I get scars from them no matter. Might as well get something out of the deal.
((sj)) Cry your eyes out, wash your face, put on your favorite lipstick and feel better if you can sweetie.
