It's out of sight now. I just don't really want to go outside and let it sneak up on me. I mean, coyote, man. It could paint a train tunnel with an oncoming train headed right at me. If I see any litter with the words ACME on it, we're skipping Little League, tonight.
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.
Such a cute fella, Sparky! In, you know, a strong, buff, thoroughly iron-manly way.
Ben is cracking up. Chris is ignoring me.
So, situation normal then?
Cindy, if he starts pulling any ACME boobietraps on you, you have even less to worry about, I think.
I mean, clearly, he's already suffered one major injury at the hands of ACME products and his own devious machinations....
If you lean out the window and yell "Beep Beep" an anvil should fall on his head.
If you lean out the window and yell "Beep Beep" an anvil should fall on his head.
And this is where I begin to feel sorry for Wile E. Coyote all over again...
eta: I always cried as a young child during the Wizard of Oz when the house fell on the Wicked Witch of the East, because I felt sorry for her, too.
Go Mr. Sparky!!
And this is where I begin to feel sorry for Wile E. Coyote all over again...
eta: I always cried as a young child during the Wizard of Oz when the house fell on the Wicked Witch of the East, because I felt sorry for her, too.
How the heck does your tender heart live through these half iron mans?
How the heck does your tender heart live through these half iron mans?
I bring a book, of course. (Last year I participated in a relay team -- but my team this year was busy having babies.)
And I suspect I might not have cried if the house fell on Glinda. She had a voice that gave me the creeps.
Go Mr. Sparky!
Sparky, BTW, I owe you a thank you card. (Perkins and Aimee are also owed--I've got a big backlog at the moment!)
Just wanted to let you know that, as soon as I get a milk-free moment or two, I'm going to attempt to get those in the mail.
(I'm covered, as usual, in milk, and haven't had a chance to even shower it off today. Hell, at this point, Lily and I both need to be hosed down. I thought I'd have five minutes to clean up about fifteen minutes ago, but I fear I wasted those on that thing known as "lunch".)
Late to the conversation as always, but BF hurt like hell for the first week or two. Tiny baby with a wee mouth + flat nipples = pain and latch problems. I'm just glad that it worked out, even if she does seem to be constantly attached these days.