They are nice people, just, you know, better than me.
I'll baff my own insecurities right now. Nerf Baff!
'Dirty Girls'
[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.
They are nice people, just, you know, better than me.
I'll baff my own insecurities right now. Nerf Baff!
Pah. No one's better than Nora. NO ONE!
Do I have to go to work? I would rather futz around the house and continue getting ready for vacation.
I suppose I should be pleased that my company wants to send Hubby flowers at the house--they do not know the full extent of the medical adventures, as I don't hand that kind of information around willy-nilly amongst my co-workers--but flowers are kind of a waste, actually. Maybe other folks have enough clear space to put flowers where the cats won't immediately go "Bright and colorful and good to eat!", but I don't. I managed to intercept the office manager out and about on her errands so that the flowers will be delivered tomorrow when I'm home. Hubby's wasted enough, I don't want him staggering out of bed to answer the door.
I can't believe I didn't see any of youse last night.
Shoulda stayed in Boston today. Now am bored at home.
Sorry, Lilty. You were at the Boston show?
It's a nice gesture, connie. Doesn't always have the effect the givers are looking for, though. Someone sent me a sympathy/condolence bouquet at one point, but the guy who delivered them said "Happy Anniversary" as he handed them over. That was very confusing.
I sent some flowers once to thank some friends into whose apartment a bunch of us had ducked unexpectedly to get out of the rain during a Central Square World's Fair. Apparently they smelled a bit like rotting things. On the upside, I hear the cat enjoyed them.
You were at the Boston show?
Yup! I wish I hadn't had to work all day yesterday so I could have hopped on here and set to meet up with people. I peeked around but couldn't see anyone.
Sorry, Lilty. We were all up in the very front row. And then Nutty and I superspeeded out just after because I was feeling very antisocial and extremely irritable. But seeing you would have been nice! Given that I saw ten other people I know from years back in the Boston goth/poly/geek scene whose names I could not for the life of me remember.
Fortunately, I've gained 20 pounds and cut my hair since the last time I saw most of them, so I wasn't in much danger of being unexpectedly engaged in conversation.