Connie, you forgot Matthew McConaghey's gorgeous blue neckscarf which matched his eyes so well!
I'm just trying to tell you that we have nothing in common besides both of us liking your penis.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
Scrappy - Jul 09, 2005 3:53:31 pm PDT #9558 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
askye - Jul 09, 2005 3:59:55 pm PDT #9559 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
My neighbor aka the landlady's son in law has decided to clean the gutters. Right now.
It's almost 9pm, that seems like the wrong time to do it. It's dark out!
Maybe he's thinking we're going ot have massive rain because of the hurricane and there will be a problem if they aren't cleaned out.
sj - Jul 09, 2005 4:06:25 pm PDT #9560 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{{{{{{{{{Cass}}}}}}}}}}}}} If you need me, call e-mail, AIM, whatever, I'm here.
Connie Neil - Jul 09, 2005 4:13:11 pm PDT #9561 of 10001
brillig
you forgot Matthew McConaghey's gorgeous blue neckscarf
He did have pretty eyes.
It was so lovely to see an adventure movie where the plot didn't depend on a bit of stupidity on the part of a character. Competent people getting to do the things they're good at.
Though a friend of ours doesn't think McConaghey made a good Dirk Pitt. I've read some of the Dirk Pitt movies, and McConaghey made a better one, less arrogant and "Oh, look, a woman, I bet I sleep with her."
Susan W. - Jul 09, 2005 4:19:12 pm PDT #9562 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Back from Costco, where they utterly discombobulated me by rearranging the store at some point since my last visit. They moved the diapers.
brenda m - Jul 09, 2005 4:20:56 pm PDT #9563 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
Cass, big hugs to you.
Oh! Also, I went up to my dad's last night and his hanging tomatoes are doing great as usual. Pics: [link] [link]
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brenda m - Jul 09, 2005 4:22:27 pm PDT #9564 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
Susan, I know! I discovered today that they rearranged my Target. Spending way too much money was harder than usual.
Well, it took longer, anyway.
Topic!Cindy - Jul 09, 2005 4:26:09 pm PDT #9565 of 10001
What is even happening?
Cass, I'm sorry for the sadness, and the frustration on top of it. I'm so glad you're here.
Brenda, how does your dad do that with the tomatoes?
brenda m - Jul 09, 2005 4:36:32 pm PDT #9566 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
You plant the tomatoes upside down in a hanging basket (cutting a hole in the bottom big enough to fit the stalks through. Then dirt, and flowers planted in the top. The tomatoes grow like crazy, and you don't have to worry about staking. Plus, cool.
billytea - Jul 09, 2005 4:45:59 pm PDT #9567 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Got an email from last night's date. Pretty much what I was expecting, no real sparkage there. Ah well.
My divorce is final, final, final today. In theory. We signed the last papers six months ago and the courts were supposed to send us each a copy once they were officially entered. Then it was just a case of waiting the six months (thanks State of California) out. But neither of us ever got anything from the court. So not only am I dealing with the “piece of paper has today’s date” signaling the last death throe of my marriage, I don't actually have the paper. Fuck.
I'm sorry Cass. That's really rough.