I skimmed too fast before, so
a) Sorry to hear you won't make it, Aimee.
b) I think Bongeriffic should totally be a word.
c) sorry Nick is being so early twentish, Deena.
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I skimmed too fast before, so
a) Sorry to hear you won't make it, Aimee.
b) I think Bongeriffic should totally be a word.
c) sorry Nick is being so early twentish, Deena.
When your mom has to come stay with you all day, you can make her smoke pot, okay?
That's totally what you did, right Cindy?
Also:
EEEEEEEEEEK!
I just saw a MOUSE in my apartment!! I'm now sitting on a very tall barstool in the middle of my living room, figuring it can't get up to me here. My feet are above ground. But OMG, talk about not wanting to go to bed tonight in my room!! And I just went to the CVS and the grocery store, and while both had plenty of roach killer stuff, neither had mouse traps (the CVS had spaces for them, but they were empty). MAKE IT GO AWAY!!!!
Deena, at least you knew what you found. My mother dragged me into my brother's room when I was 11 and asked me if that smell was pot. I replied, "No, Mom. That's incense. That's what you burn to cover the smell of pot."
My poor mum.
That's totally what you did, right Cindy?
Hee. No, I told her we needed to know where she was going, who she was going with, what they were going to do while there, and when she was coming home.
I'm still smiling from it.
meara, sorry about your mouse.
I totally read that Cindy was making her mom smoke pot.
EEEEEK, can you borrow a cat meara?
meara, sorry about your mouse.
Right now I am trying to convince myself that it's not so much "my" mouse as just...passing through. But I rather doubt that. Also, it went under my couch, but I'm not sure where it went from there. ACK!
(And I just called a friend to see if I could borrow her cat, but she did not pick up. WAAAAH!)
EEEEEK, can you borrow a cat meara?
"We named the cat Meara"
I totally read that Cindy was making her mom smoke pot.
I have sort of an irrational hate on for the stuff, and don't even like to be around people I love when they're smoking it. Not that I know anyone who does.
Phew. I was going to organize an intervention if you were making your mom a pothead.