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.
Heh. They can BE married, just don't let them GET married, see...no weddings! Must be married by judge! No dresses allowed, no attendants!
No no no no. If gays and lesbians want the protections and identity of marriage extended to them, they must also accept the overpriced catering, ridiculous fashions, and wedding attendant power plays heteros have had to endure since the dawn of modern marriage.
In fact, I want a constitutional amendment requiring all marriages to have one person wearing an expensive, cumbersome wedding dress. And I don't care if Ron just can't pull off anything in taffeta, this is what God intended -- for weddings to be a big-ass pain in the neck that the two people involved can't recall clearly 24 hours later.
Heh. You're not going to like the weddings in either of my novels, dear. Very quiet, rushed affairs, both of them. We're talking best clothes the couple already has on hand, local church, just the vicar and enough witnesses to make everything nice and legal.
'Course, the Regency is, if not before the dawn of modern
marriage,
certainly before the dawn of the modern
wedding.
vw's out of town, back tomorrow.
Ah. Then I will maybe just work on them today and email her tomorrow-ish. Thanks.
Snickett was a good choice.
Cass, when you send them in (and yes, you should), send them to: buffistascookbook@gmail.com.
I took a nap and it was so lovely. That's pretty much all I've got. Huh. I could have sworn there was something erudite and witty lurking in the back of my brain.
Duh! I sent mine to vw's address. Will resend.
and I didn't follow the instructions in Press either. I'm going to have to edit and resend....
Wait a minute... why do I feel bad? HE hit ME from BEHIND. He ran me down!
Heh. You're not alone. I got bounced off the bumper of a pickup truck once...it was a dark and rainy night, I was walking across the grocery store parking lot, and the pickup came roaring in off the street behind me. (OMG! Was it really 20 years ago? Doesn't seem like it.). I turned around when I heard him coming and jumped to get out of the way. He slammed on his brakes and swerved, but he had swerved in the same direction I had jumped, and his bumper caught me on the outside of my upper right thigh. I was thrown about ten feet and I tucked and rolled another ten before I came to a stop. After checking that nothing was broken and that I could stand, the first thing that occurred to me to do was walk up to his window and ask, "Are you okay?" Then I went inside and did my grocery shopping. Pretty silly, in hindsight. Shock does funny things to you.
I didn't start cursing at him until the next morning, when the leg stiffened up. Too late to do much good.
I want an Amelia Peabody type umbrella, so I can jam it in the spokes of asshats who run red lights while I'm the crosswalk and I have the right of way! Would serve them right.
when you send them in (and yes, you should), send them to: buffistascookbook@gmail.com.
Send the preview or wait and send whatever the instructions in Press say that I have promptly forgotten?
Gris, I hope you aren't too hurt. And, yeah, not really your fault.
I took my flexeril at 3 because I am totally following the every eight hours directions but I was trying to not take the vicodin. I think my will just faded though. We'll try half. Much tender where I was pummelled for the greater muscular good yesterday.
I am watching the last episode of
Forever Knight
on this disk and then it is either
Team America,
some
SG:A that I now have seven episodes to watch or ... no, those are my only options.
Unless I put on pants and go to Blockbuster. Which I might do as there doesn't seem to be anything I want to eat in the house. And then, yes I promise, right back to the heavy lying about doing nothing.
Nah, just wait and send, Cass.
Wait a minute... why do I feel bad? HE hit ME from BEHIND. He ran me down!
If you were in Canada, both of you would have said "I'm sorry", no matter who was at fault.
