'The Killer In Me'
[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.
That was you receiving a circlet even snazzier than the one you received in the last tiara exchange, correct?
Sorry, Epic, I missed this post in my zipping back and forth between computers at lunchtime. The answer is no, my last tiara exchange tiara is the snazziest ever, thanks (but my coronet is pretty cool, the band is all little spheres that roll).
On the overall subject of clothing accuracy at Pennsic, well, I saw a ninja in the marketplace.
BWAH!!!
You get everything from the astonishing to the miserable.
Oh, SCA is not alone in that. Civil war folks are the same. I see way too many women without corsets (or headcoverings) at CW events to make me happy. It's just one of my pet peeves. That and Battenburg lace parasols. Those didn't exist during the CW.
The answer is no, my last tiara exchange tiara is the snazziest ever
Aww, blushing (even though you picked it out).
but my coronet is pretty cool, the band is all little spheres that roll
If this isn't the snazziest thing ever, the difference is so small I would require a magnifying glass to see it clearly. I wish you lived closer just so I could see it (plus, y'know, you're cool and stuff). I'm so charmed by the little rolling spheres!
Pete did call, bless him.
Paul's here, checking for EVIL.
These are good men. Scott's bug-catcher/killer-in-chief, but if I called him at work to come kill a spider, he'd laugh, and laugh, and laugh at me. Big love for Paul (and Pete) right now.
I wish you lived closer just so I couldMe too! (I might have filled in my own blanks here a little)
I am kicking ass at work today. I thought my boss was going to snarl at me, but no, she did not. Nice once I can finally, oh, manage the projects like I was hired to do. I think I might end up finishing a few projects and billing today. Gotta love it. (I just ate lunch, my blood sugar might be affecting my post. FWIW.)
OK. Ready to go for the interview, except for putting on my suit, which I'm saving for the last minute.
Why is it that yesterday when I had nothing special to do, my hair (newly cut as of Saturday) was effortlessly cute, while today it's borderline stupid?
Because of Murphy and his dumbass laws, that's why!
Much luck and ~ma to you, Susan.
but if I called him at work to come kill a spider, he'd laugh, and laugh, and laugh at me
Well, I'm not entirely certain if Plei's level of phobia is up there with mine, but I know it's pretty close. And since the spider that she saw was probably exactly like the ones we get at our place ... my general reaction to the larger ones is to hyperventilate and come close to fainting.
I'm getting better. The other day I was able to go get a glass and trap a (very very) small spider in the bathroom. Pete had to do the actual transport & throw outside part, but I didn't completely freak. However, the T. Gigantea (don't google. Just. Don't.) ALWAYS trigger my phobia, and hard. And of course those are the ones being active right now. Gaaaaah.
Christopher would come home to kill a spider for me--if it got him out of a boring meeting.
Plei,
Usually I don't notice those count-down types of giggamahoogies people put on their Live Journals (you know, the "3 months and two days 'til we're married" sorts of things). But this one counts a baby's age, and one of my friends posted it in her journal. I still wouldn't have thought twice about it, except the website that produces it is called Lilypie. [link]