I can't believe anyone passed up the chance to work with Jilli. Stupid people.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[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.
Hey! Standing right here.
Oh, hi! Um, good idea you had about the pictures!
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Psst, JSw: please to EAT IT!
I'm so sorry Jilli. It's their loss.
I'm sorry, Jilli. If it's any consolation, a full half of my idle Lotto fantasies are about setting you up with your own Goblin Market in some rambling Victorian big enough for a (goth) Tea Room and a croquet pitch in the back.
Also, JZ and I are working on a Super Cool Secret Jilli Project right now. We were doing it just because we love you, but now you can look forward to it as some small consolation.
Hec, has Emmett started school yet for the year? What grade is he in now?
He's in 4th Grade as of yesterday. All of the 4th Grade teachers are good, but that noted, we got the one we most preferred. She's very nice, and that goes a long way with Emmett.
Has anyone tried FLOAM?
Has anyone tried FLOAM?
No, but Emmett wants it very much. Which means it's probably bad.
That sucks, Jilli. It sounds like they really did like you, but I know from experience that it isn't much consolation when you don't get the job. It is their loss, though.
cereal: I just HATE web sites that come up with sound when you haven't clicked on anything requesting it!
Christopher (especially) and Julia want it very much, too. Benjamin was trying to turn down the PC speaker when I was showing the website ad to Scott, so he could talk baseball.