Hee, Cindy.
'Heart Of Gold'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[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.
I would like it noted for the record, although I am horrible about fines--I ALWAYS return the books. Unless they are completely lost or damaged beyond repair. Honest.
this actually ended up being the only time I was ever in trouble in school, but that's neither here nor there
Through elementary/middle school and really most of high school, the only time I got in trouble was when I wrote "Fuck You" up on the board while Miss Foster was out of the room. I had to sit in a little cubby hole for 1/2 an hour or so but I kind of think she didn't tell my parents. I was never punished at home for it. Miss Foster ruled. I was not saying "Fuck You" to her at all! It just seemed like it would be a funny thing to write on the door.
Cindy, your dad gave good advice!
ION it is 82 degrees in my office. HR just decreed that we can wear shorts tomorrow. woowhatev. I dug up emails from TWO years ago talking about this very same problem. And about how the management company was going to fix everything up. feh.
Thank god we'll be out of this building in the fall.
I have some serious fines waiting for me at the library. Sigh. In my defense, I did have a broken face and lots of Percoset. Such things help to make you forget that there are books to return.
Juliana -- you should ask if the library will let you pay the fine off. I've done that before, I had to pay each time I checked out until the fine was paid off, but it was only a few dollars each time.
Here's why summer is great, and yet at times a beautiful inversion of the natural order.
Emmett: Can I have another peach?
Me: Not until you finish another slice of pizza. You've been gobbling so many peaches and nectarines this week you've got the trots.
Emmett: Awwww. I haven't even finished my first slice of pizza.
Me: No fresh fruit until you eat your pizza!
Emmett: How about canned peaches?
Me: Pizza!
Me: No fresh fruit until you eat your pizza!
Heh. But Daaaaaaaad! You're so meeeeeeeeean!!!
How about canned peaches?
hee
This month's Gourmet came in the mail yesterday and it is peachariffic. Amongst others there was a really divine looking ice wine sorbet with peaches (the sorbet was served over cut peaches) recipe. mmmm
Now I want pizza. Peaches, not so much.