Got it and backflung, Nora.
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.
If you get the Ovation network on cable, they've been broadcasting a documentary on Dahl.
I think I might. We don't get Trio much to my annoyance.
signed,
Joining Noira's Club of 500 Channels But Not The One I Want
Timelies all.
Hopefully, it will cause much confusion that will increase Amy's sales. :)
And Cindy gets it in one! Even Jake saw something about it, and said, "Mom! Did you know they made a movie of your book?!" Sadly, no. But a girl can dream -- that as Cindy said, confusion will spike book sales. Hee.
Heh, -t, well, it appears to be running every night.
I would love to see the first few seasons of TAR. We don't get that channel either. We do get Hallmark, though!
t /sarcasm
I discovered this morning that I do get the Gameshow network, so now all of the old TARs shall be mine.
Mine, I tell you, Mine!
It's possible I've had too much coffee this morning, isn't it?
too much coffee
There is no such thing.
My office bldg. is having a blood drive today, and I wasn't allowed to donate because of all the gay sex with druggies who lived in England and ate a lot of beef I just finished antibiotics for my sinus infection *this* morning, and you have to have been off them for at least 24 hours. Bollocks.
My hermitude has been broken. My boss walked into my office and talked to me and stuff.
On the plus side, she didn't ask for anything more demanding than to get a new key for a filing cabinet.
I'm willing to tolerate one human interaction per two hours as long as they're equally undemanding. Like, for example, the mail people putting something into my basket and I say, "Hey Ray. Thanks."
My hermitude has been broken. My boss walked into my office and talked to me and stuff.
Fie!
I'm willing to tolerate one human interaction per two hours as long as they're equally undemanding.
I suppose that's an acceptable compromise.
My boss came over to my side of the building to talk to me about the partially disassembled rebuilt carburetor I have laying about. He enlightened me as to the possible source of a gasoline leak, so I don't mind the lesson.
Also, I am paralyzingly bored. Someone entertain me, PLEASE.
Teppy, how much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?