(And now Little House on the Prairie is on. Half of me wants to watch, and half of me wants to run screaming from the room.)
Windsparrow and I were traveling on the Laura Ingalls Wilder highway in southern Minnesota a couple of weeks ago.
[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.
(And now Little House on the Prairie is on. Half of me wants to watch, and half of me wants to run screaming from the room.)
Windsparrow and I were traveling on the Laura Ingalls Wilder highway in southern Minnesota a couple of weeks ago.
That looks/sounds lovely! How did your brother and future SIL find it/decide on it?
I think they're friends with the owners, since bro is in the food/bev industry.
I think they're friends with the owners, since bro is in the food/bev industry.
Nice!
Say, could you find out if the Alchemist will be involved with this beer festival?
Heh.
Ow. Will someone please tell me to stop picking at a mental/emotional scab, left over from a friendship I had to walk away from? It still hurts, dammit.
Say, could you find out if the Alchemist will be involved with this beer festival?
I'd bet good money that they will be. But I'll ask.
I'd bet good money that they will be. But I'll ask.
This bet has made my day.
juliana-
I'm sorry about your mental picking. I had a terrible commute the other day, because I thought I saw someone on the train from my past, a terrible time for me, and I just got lost in the abyss of my own stupidity and pain. It took a while to shake that off.
I hope the scabs heal. You know you did the right thing. You can't change the past, but I bet you did what you had to do for your present and future.
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Juliana, sweetie, step away from the scab.
Stop it, juliana. It's never going to heal over if you keep picking at it.
Kate, my sympathies to you and your family. Your grandfather sounds like a good and well-loved man. He'll be missed.