Knitted rocket launchers.
Book ,'Objects In Space'
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.
Sweet.
{{Cass}} I hope you spent the weekend being totally self-indulgent.
I am tired this morning. Still. I did this ride on Sat night/Sun morning. It was fun, but I am bushed. It was the first time I had ridden in a group that big (9,000 people!), and it was a challenge. But, look at me doing physical stuff for fun! And, I blew out a tire after the ride just feet from my car. At least it didn't happen during the ride.
I napped some on Saturday and then slept from 8-3 yesterday. As a result, I didn't sleep well last night. Blargh.
Knitted rocket launchers.
To go with it, knitted mortar-round cozies.
That is very cool, ChiKat! Go you.
I am SO ANNOYED.
We have upgraded to the fancy schmancy digital cable with hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of cable channels.
I find out that TAR is starting on GSN (the Game Show Network) from the very beginning (I missed the first three seasons, and really want to see them), starting tonight.
We don't have GSN. I am irrationally EXTREMELY pissed off. So many dumb ass channels, and not this one??? why????!?!?
Oh crap. I wonder if I get that.
I wonder if I can bug the tape thread to get a tape fairy thing going on.
Ever have one of those nights that starts out normal and ends up being the most random thing imaginable?
Saturday night we ended up at the Pier (only good for one trip a year, and then only to laugh at people) with a friend and a friend of a friend who no one knew. Girl We Don't Know gets incredibly drunk and ends up falling on her face. In the square. As all the bars get out. Thonged ass hanging out for all to see. As we're getting her up, she yells "I lost a tooth!" and we're all, "No you didn't, no you didn't, you're fine- holy shit, you did." Broke her front tooth off halfway.
At this point, I'm helping a toothless, wasted, bare-assed stranger back to the car as she wails. I felt bad for her, but once we dropped her off, we observed a moment of silence before saying "I can't fucking believe that just happened." and laughing all the way home. Which may make me evil.
And all I wanted was a quiet beer at the pub.
I appear to have that channel, Nora. How much do you need taped?
eta: Speaking of things that are on tv tonight, EW tells me that Murder in the Hamptons is on Lifetime. Is that AmyLiz's book or am I smoking crack?