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'Serenity'
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.
$7 / 2 hr lesson? What a deal! I really want to start taking lessons again. Maybe I can find a drop-in group thing if I actually, you know, look.
FAY!!!!
(1) How was Teh Date??? And, more importantly, (2) ....and it's fucking GREAT! (Do note what he's wearing on his head.)
Cheap i know! I'm thinking I'll get there and the guy will have been on crack. But it's at the American Legion and she gets a pretty good group from what I understand.
In September the university will have dance lessons on Sunday nights again and that's only $5 for the whole semester. But it's HUGE lots and lots of people. When I went before it kind of freaked me out, but I think I can handle crowds better.
Swing dancing is my real weakness, I'd love to be able to do it well and fast, but I have trouble with the timing.
And I want to learn Salsa and West coast swing.
We need to learn something other than waltz, and me trying to teach DH doesn't work. Not to mention that I probably don't remember nearly as much as I think I do.
sending vw the strength she needs to help her get through this.
yay fore teppy - goo on you
and it looks like askye is haveing lots and lots of fun.
health to Aimee's grandfather and peace for her
I still have Issac's pictures up - I keep looking at them.
If we haven't heard fro Fay yet does this mean it was a really good date?
I have things to do, but not sure if I am going to do much at all.
For future reference, you really don't have to ask
I appreciate that. It seemed polite since I am so seldom in Bitches any more.
Or, in some senses of the phrase, so seldom have ever been.
Sad/Weird...an elderly friend of ours was just admitted to the hospital with a stroke. He'd just gotten home from attending his twin brother's funeral.
We took dance lessons some years ago, and in theory learned West Coast swing, but it never looks as cool when we do it as the instructors made it look.
Strength to vw, who already has tons of her own, but a little more can't hurt.
And a high-five to Teppy. Therapy's a bitch, but keeping the work going after the therapy's over is more so. Good on you.
As I tell them at D&D, that which does not kill us makes us stronger, except shadows.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
::snrk:: Sorry. D&D humor. ::snrk::
Shadows.... Heh.
Oi. Yesterday my mom was out for a walk at work, and she came across a baby robin on the ground. She looked all over, but there was no nest anywhere and he was on his back, about to die. So she took him.
When I got to the house with a bunch of boxes yesterday, she was feeding it tiny pieces of cat food with tweezers. His name is Bob. By the time I left, she was sitting on the couch with him sitting in her hand. They were watching the Sox game, and it appears to think she is his mother. She's on vacation in a couple of weeks, and then she's going to bring him to a refuge/rehab/wherever you bring little birds.
And Bob's already the better child. At least he stayed for dinner.