Kat, did you see the part where I am going to the House of Pancakes (Original version) tomorrow?
It's called a blaster, Will, a word that tends to discourage experimentation. Now, if it were called the Orgasmater, I'd be the first to try your basic button press approach.
Xander ,'Get It Done'
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Lee - May 06, 2005 7:16:02 pm PDT #2054 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Maria - May 06, 2005 7:21:46 pm PDT #2055 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Sara, I'm so sorry. It may be a cliche, but pets are truly a part of the family, and it's tough when they go.
Much peace to you and your family.
sarameg - May 06, 2005 7:27:16 pm PDT #2056 of 10001
It feels so silly and irrelevent (nevermind I will be an utter and complete mess when I lose my two.) But she was a part of our conversations over 2000 miles and she was too young to die from stress from a catfight.
My family LOVES cats. I feel bad for my brother. He (in high school) was the one who found Momma and her litter abandoned in a PizzaHut lot and brought them home. When my parents were out of town. Suckers is tattooed on our heads.
Maria - May 06, 2005 7:31:04 pm PDT #2057 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Suckers is tattooed on our heads.
Not unless it's spelled "kind and decent humans." It's how we ended up with 2 of the three animals (a cat and the dog).
Lee - May 06, 2005 7:53:19 pm PDT #2058 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
10:00 is a respectable time to go to bed, right?
Signed, Not an old foogie.
Lee - May 06, 2005 8:34:47 pm PDT #2059 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I killed the thread.
Huh.
Scrappy - May 06, 2005 8:35:33 pm PDT #2060 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Everybody's gone to bed already, Perkins.
zzzzzzz
Maria - May 06, 2005 8:43:36 pm PDT #2061 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Nope. I'm still here. DF is snoring on the couch, the dog is on the loveseat, one cat is in the bathroom sink, and the other is on top of the dog's cage.
I just don't have anything interesting to say. Boring, thy face is mine.
Susan W. - May 06, 2005 8:56:53 pm PDT #2062 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
For me fever is anything over 98 and BOY do I notice it. Cramps bump me up to 99 F and I feel like I'm in a steamroom. Bleah.
With a low-grade fever, the palms of my hands and soles of my feet feel unbearably hot. Once I go above 99.5, that disappears, but I get shaky and feeble, I have no energy, and I usually alternate between feeling too cold and too hot.
Lee - May 06, 2005 9:00:02 pm PDT #2063 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Everybody's gone to bed already, Perkins.
Smart people. I should have, but instead I am watching bad TV.