Zoe: First rule of battle, little one. Don't ever let 'em know where you are. Mal: Whoo-hoo! I'm right here! I'm right here! You want some of me? Yeah, you do! Come on! Come on! Aaah! Whoo-hoo! Zoe: Of course, there are other schools of thought...

'The Message'


Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.  

[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.


Nora Deirdre - May 28, 2005 4:38:48 am PDT #1516 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I'd recommend the wash-dry-fold. It's money, but it buys peace of mind. I think of it less, "This is money I'm paying for laundry" and more, "this is money I'm paying so that I have more free time." Sometimes, I feel my time is worth the 70 cents a pound, sometimes, not. I think it sounds like you are at a point where it's worth it.

Lilty, the dude looooooves you. Plus? You are freaking cute. And funny and Teh Awesome, so seriously. Why wouldn't he?

I do not have a comics guy.

I am about to embark upon a day spent with family (hooray for issues and underlying hostility!) and then a freebie work thing that involves Tom and I going to dinner and a wine tasting at a Cambridge boutique hotel and then getting put up for the night in one of their rooms. Should be fun!

Awesome Lilly pics.

Sorry for teh stoooopid boy, Erin. Sounds like he's flaking out fast. I wouldn't take it personally, he's probably just scared as all hell that a lady took him up on his offer, and is secretly convinced you want something more. Because that's What Girls Do, right?


vw bug - May 28, 2005 4:44:29 am PDT #1517 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

I've got two cutiepie sleepyheads under my feet. Why do they decide to sleep *now* rather than when *I'm* trying to sleep?


JZ - May 28, 2005 4:51:56 am PDT #1518 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Y'all are very wise, though I am still looking at the 30-40 lbs. of laundry and sweating at 70 cents a pound. And we'll never be caught up, not unless we someday get a washer/dryer in our building.

I've been thinking about writing a (very, very polite) letter to the landlady and her son, who is taking over the building from her. We have five units: one with a toddler, us with Emmett (and hopefully another within the next year or so), one with a grandson who lives there at least half-time, and one disabled man who has tremendous difficulty navigating our twisty staircase. And we've got two storage rooms and an alcove on the ground floor. There's space, there's need, and I'm certain that if she wanted to invest in a washer/dryer for the building it would not only make our lives easier but increase the value of the units. I have no idea if there's an ADA compliance issue, but I can't imagine that laundry for Pete is anything but an ordeal.


-t - May 28, 2005 4:52:17 am PDT #1519 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Lily! Gorgeous! Yay!

i'm also pondering the laundry-by-the-pound paradigm. At present we have washer/dryer hookups but not the actual machines and it'll be a few weeks before we bridge the gap. Meanwhile, I think we're gonna have to keep wearing clothes, alas.

Sorry about the planned booty call not working, Erin.

Congrats, Kristin! How very exciting!

Gonna go get bagels now, then unpack unpack unpack.


meara - May 28, 2005 4:58:40 am PDT #1520 of 10001

I have pondered the laundry by the pound, but I do have washer/dryer in teh building (though they require quarters!) and usually I just suck it up and go, figuring taking the laundry somewhere else would require nearly as much work.

OK. It's almost 10AM. I need to pack, and clean my house. And check when I have to leave here to catch teh bus to the airport. I think around 2pm. Um.


Nora Deirdre - May 28, 2005 5:20:18 am PDT #1521 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

we've dropped $50-60 on laundry. There are few other things that I feel are worth it. (food and drink being exceptions)

Or you can divide the difference. Drop off half, and wash the other half yourself.


Laura - May 28, 2005 5:27:23 am PDT #1522 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Gonna go get bagels now, then unpack unpack unpack.

So much more fun than pack pack pack.

OK, Imma get busy on my chores and laundry now.


JZ - May 28, 2005 6:05:21 am PDT #1523 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

t Random

Oooh. Wool cape on sale. I point this out in the spirit of civic-minded helpfulness, already myself having (a) a swirly black cape and (b) Too Much Debt and therefore being completely unable to take advantage of this, but it seems that some Bitch somewhere should snag one of these.

t /Random


Susan W. - May 28, 2005 6:19:46 am PDT #1524 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Lily is beautiful.

My back is much, much better. Basically, it's only stiff and sore now, but I'm still trying to take it easy and not rush back into normal activities for fear of re-injury. We decided to wait till Monday on lifting Annabel, for example, to make it a trial run of whether it's OK for DH to go back to work Tuesday.

Any advice from people who've had this on what to be careful NOT to do at first?

I'm going to start backing down on the drugs--necessary if I plan to drive anytime soon. Today I'm going from Tylenol 3 every four hours to every six, and if that doesn't seem to cause a problem, tomorrow I'll make it every eight.

Oh, and my allergies are flaring up--is there any reason I can't take Claritin (just plain claritin, not claritin-D) with Tylenol 3 and Flexeril?


brenda m - May 28, 2005 6:21:26 am PDT #1525 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I did the pay by the pound laundry thing when I lived in Atlanta and had a new puppy and fucking insano working hours. It was a stretch, I was really living on a shoe string, but as a sanity-saver it was worth every dime.

Which reminds me, I need to take the dry cleaning in this morning if I want to be decently clad next week.