Happy Birthday Nicole! You share your birthday with Google.
(I've been skipping like a mad thing lately, so consider punctuation and hairpats and chocolate and gin passed out to anyone who needs it.)
[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.
Happy Birthday Nicole! You share your birthday with Google.
(I've been skipping like a mad thing lately, so consider punctuation and hairpats and chocolate and gin passed out to anyone who needs it.)
Happy Birthday Nicole!!!
I noticed the cake at Google. I was pretending that it was for me.
Yep, today is the day. Co-workers decorated my cubicle with blue streamers and made me a cake. Life is good.
Happy Birthday Nicole!
Vanilla cake with chocolate frosting, Nic? You better have saved some for me.
Happy Birthday, Nicole!
Happy birthday, Nicole!
{{{Cass}}}{{{Steph}}} Or better yet {{{CassSteph}}}
Please to not be sick anymore.
Your away message could be "TIME FOR MUTUAL KISSES" and include a link, so you didn't have to make with the explaining.
Ah! I get it. Sadly, I don't think I've figured out how to set linky away messages with my client (Adium on Mac - it's awesome in 97% of ways, but some little features screw me up).
It's no biggy. The love has died down. Besides, I'm not actually away at the moment. Actually here. At the computer. Typing. No mutually kissing. At the moment. Sadly.
Vanilla cake with chocolate frosting, Nic? You better have saved some for me.
French vanilla cake with peanut butter chips and chocolate frosting. The peanut butter chips all settled at the bottom of the cake so it's a little bit like a peanut butter crust. Very yum.
Sail, I don't think there's going to be any left after lunch. Half the cake was gone by 9am. NINE IN THE MORNING!
But you're welcome to come up to my floor and see...
Happy Birthday Nicole!
In honor of the occasion, I am going to have cake at lunch.
(Like I wouldn't anyway. . . )