D, make a mushroom & cheese fritatta.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Burrell - Oct 17, 2005 10:52:09 am PDT #8950 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Gris - Oct 17, 2005 10:53:15 am PDT #8951 of 10001
Hey. New board.
Hmm. Fritatta. Interesting idea, I shall look into it.
Cashmere - Oct 17, 2005 10:55:15 am PDT #8952 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
I'm completely pissed at our flexible spending people. They're denying over $350 of payouts--which I KNOW is my prepaid OB fees. Every time I've asked my OB for a proper printout of the fees, I get three pages of billing and payments so I'm sure these fuckwits can't figure out that $360 of that filing is FOR DAMNED DOCTOR so they need to be PAYING US OUR MONEY. *fume*
Maria - Oct 17, 2005 10:56:02 am PDT #8953 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
erika, thanks. Your police~ma is second to none.
Maria, it's so good to see you, you married lady! I'm so sorry about the store and your dad and sister. That sounds so scary.
Thanks, Stephanie. I don't think I had the chance to tell you how happy I am that Joe is finally home with you and Ellie. Things are sliding into their proper places.
Gris, so do I. I want to have the chance to tell him exactly what he did to our family.
P.M. Marc - Oct 17, 2005 10:56:54 am PDT #8954 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Hey Plei, what size is Lily wearing these days?
Mostly 6-9, with a few hangers-on in 3-6. If she was still in disposable diapers, she'd probably be in 3-6 for another few weeks, as she's short (24 3/4") and not that heavy (just under 15lbs on Friday), but her giant cloth ass makes them a little tight unless they are separates.
I just put her in this size's edition of the pink gingham dress. Not quite as cute as the 3-6 month sundress one, but comfortable and sturdy. Hmm. Need to find one for the next-size-up stash. I also need to audit the next-size-up stash to see what I should be looking for when I hit the consignment stores.
P.M. Marc - Oct 17, 2005 10:57:48 am PDT #8955 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Gris, fritattas are great. Go fritatta.
Cashmere - Oct 17, 2005 11:00:40 am PDT #8956 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Gris, fritattas are great. Go fritatta.
Plus, they're fun to say. Fri-tat-tas.
P.M. Marc - Oct 17, 2005 11:02:03 am PDT #8957 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I love the word. It's so fratboy-meets-food. Look at the fri-tat-tas on that one! Woo!
Sean K - Oct 17, 2005 11:06:46 am PDT #8958 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
One of my favorite food-names-that-sound-like-a-dirty-word is focaccia. It sounds like an Italian swear. Well focaccia you, too!
brenda m - Oct 17, 2005 11:09:58 am PDT #8959 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Cashmere, I'm sorry for the trouble you're having, but thank you!
I went out and spent an obscene amount of money at lunch today, and now I remember that on Friday I submitted receipts to my FSA for almost that much, so now I don't have to feel all bad about it like I was starting to! Whoot!