My baby sister didn't really talk until she was almost four. She babbled to me, and I could translate, but parents were much worried. Especially since I had talked early and often. Then, all of a sudden, Baby Sis hit that magical developmental point and she was ready to talk. She hasn't shut up much since then, so I kinda miss the peace n'quiet.
'Unleashed'
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.
t ::newsticker::
We interrupt Bitches to bring this latest update from "Bridezilla - Save Me From The Spa Day News
Talked to B. Told her I couldn't justify spending a weekend at that spa when we were just scrounging for grocery money. She said she understood, but A) not a weekend - just a few hours. and B) that my service was my birthday present since that's what we do for each other every year, anyway. She also said that she gave T the reins for the shower cause she didn't want me to spend a bunch of money throwing the shower.
I caved and offered my minivan as transpo.
I also called dibs on her bachlorette party which is going to be gaudy and obnoxious and in terribly bad taste. 5 foot inflatable penis and a huge stuffed bra.
She said cool, we both cried, it was great.
Eeeexcellent. Glad to hear it, Aims.
(can I call you Goals?)
Sure.
Why?
Aims = Goals. Just a dumb little thing that I'll totally have forgotten about by the next time I talk to you.
Awesome
I am watching Queer Eye for the Straight Guy with the Red Sox players. Johnny Damon is on tv in his underwear. Yay!
Aims = Goals. Just a dumb little thing that I'll totally have forgotten about by the next time I talk to you.
Oooooh. Clever.
Aims = Goals.
Oooooh. Clever.
::lightbulb:: Now I get it! I second the cleaver.
I second the cleaver.
Okay, look, I know you were upset by the logarithmic differentiation rule, but there are healthier ways to deal with hostility...