Buffy ,'End of Days'
[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.
It hasn't rained since I went to the grocery store. In fact it's been really beautiful. I feel bad for locking Mom's cat in the house all day.
I sat outside and read for awhile and then I went and took a really nice, really wonderful Lush bath (half a butterball, half an avobath) and I applied lots of Buffy the backside slayer so I'm all soft and clean.
And hungry. I probably should have had a bath after I made dinner.
{{Cass}}
The beauty of a good bath is that it can be duplicated and revisited again and again.
Except maybe in France.
So I hear. t /disclaimer
Good baths are a thing of beauty. I think there is a bath bomb in my evening plans.
Thanks for the hugs and good thoughts. I am feeling mostly okay right now. In this very instant. It's varied all day. Mostly it is just so damn sad. So sad...
Harvey the cat is an attention whore, and can purr really loud when I skritch him here and there around the neck, head, and chin.
He also just fell asleep while purring.
On my mousepad.
He also drools when really zoned out from skritching.
Ecch.
{{Cass}}
I've been there, and it's very hard.
{{Cass}}
And more brackets for anyone else I might have missed as the last few weeks have been hectic.
Windsparrow is off at her first full day of work at her new job. 3pm-11 pm.
The hours did give us time to go to garage/yard sales this morning, and have a nice dinner at the Great China Buffet here in town.
Last week at this time we were pushing ourselves to get here. This Saturday is much better. Except for the lawn mowing I need to do.
I would totally snog cassie's car.
It's a mustang.
It's a convertable.
If I could figure out the anatomics I'd fuck that car.
{{{Cass}}}
We're about to go to Costco on a Saturday. I feel like I should be quoting one of those rousing speeches from Henry V as we charge into battle with all the other cost-conscious Seattlites.
Timelies. Natter-dieted only the last 50 posts. Hairpats for whot needs them. I'm at work until about 9 or 10 PM, or whenever I get done the 16 projects the nitwit in the review line ahead of me waited until 2 PM Friday to dump on me. This, so I can take off Mon. and Tues. as per long-time plans. Also? I'm not wearing pants. I forgot them! I had an 8-mile racewalk this AM and after showering at work, looked in my bag. No pants. I'm wearing a sarong instead as a skirt. No one is around, what the heck!
[link] This occupied too much of my time already but let me share the love. Guy's doing the PCT with a satellite phone & computer. ::drooling about the trip::