Spike: At least give me Wesley's office since he's gone. Angel: He's not gone. He's on a leave of absence. Spike: Yeah, right. Boo-hoo. Thought he killed his bloody father. Try staking your mother when she's coming on to you! Harmony: Well…that explains a lot.

'Destiny'


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.


Katerina Bee - May 06, 2005 10:40:54 am PDT #7743 of 10001
Herding cats for fun

(giant sigh of relief) Gawd, but a panel interview is a torturous experience. I think I managed to make sufficient eye contact with the interrogators interviewers. SO happy this one is over and that I'm once again clad in jeans, not pantyhose (HOW I hate pantyhose). Think I did pretty well, found out I'm one of six candidates and that one of those isn't especially well-qualified for the maintenance of address databases. Pick me! PICK MEEEEE!

You May All Be Jealous Now: I get to go to my sister's house and play with the teeny adorable baby kittens she's fostering for the local animal shelter. Pequop and Bubbles are 4 weeks old and have the tiny, fat and pointy tails that just slay me every time.

These poor things needed help. They had so many fleas their wash water turned the color of tomato soup, but now they are fluffy and clean and are busy learning how to play with the Giant Hand Monster.


Susan W. - May 06, 2005 10:46:04 am PDT #7744 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Looks like tonsilitis or similar--kiddo has a sore throat. We're to treat her fever and keep an eye on her.

DH and one of his brothers had severe, recurrent tonsilitis as children until they had their tonsils out. My family is the opposite--my parents managed to raise four children born between 1953 and 1971 without a doctor ever so much as hinting at yanking our tonsils, which I get the impression is even more unusual than them raising four children who didn't need braces. (We may have time bombs for hearts and be a bit cancer-susceptible, but at least we have bombproof throats and straight teeth!) Looks like Annabel may be more of a W. than an S. in the throat department. Poor kiddo.


Scrappy - May 06, 2005 10:48:58 am PDT #7745 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Poor thing. Hope she feels better soon.


Calli - May 06, 2005 10:57:22 am PDT #7746 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Sorry, Susan. I hope it clears up soon.

Speaking of throats, mine is feeling kinda sore and I'm feeling kinda feverish. I'm hoping I'm not coming down with something, 'cause I'm supposed to see Mom this weekend (Mother's Day and all that) and sick folks visiting chemo patients is majorly contraindicated.

Plus, hurty, a bit.


vw bug - May 06, 2005 11:12:30 am PDT #7747 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Oh, poor Annabel! Hope she feels better soon.

I just sent off another resume. I think this one would be a really good fit. Here's to hearing back...


sj - May 06, 2005 11:19:34 am PDT #7748 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Much job~ma, vw!

Much get-well~ma, Annabel!


Daisy Jane - May 06, 2005 11:24:46 am PDT #7749 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

WARNING: EXTREME CUTENESS AHEAD!!

Outside at last. Hey what's that over there!?! I found a leaf; it's the best leaf ever. Yay! Stick! The end.


Atropa - May 06, 2005 11:25:11 am PDT #7750 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Job~ma for vw!

Get better soon~ma for Annabel!

And congrats to Fay! (With a side-helping of finding-the-documents~ma, of course.)

So! Anyone have suggestions for where I can find a good lunchbag sort of thing? One that I could customize with a Nightmare Before Christmas patch or something? One that I could put a lock on?

Yes, my luch was stolen AGAIN. Or thrown away. I don't know which. All I know is that the plastic bag holding my lunch wasn't there.

(I don't want to use my Lenore lunchbox, because what if it gets stolen? Plus, it's not quite big enough to hold the food containers I prefer.)

grrrr. SO angry.


Aims - May 06, 2005 11:26:41 am PDT #7751 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

That's it. Someone's getting a smite in the face.

I have no ideas on the lunchbox. Maybe one of those industrial, construction worker lunchboxes? Or maybe a fancy cooler that you can keep at your desk?


Atropa - May 06, 2005 11:27:28 am PDT #7752 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

(And oh. my. god, what a cute puppy.)