Shoot, I need to get my pictures together. There was a Tigger and a dinosaur with a butterfly tummy. Shoot about the pictures, not the missing out. Sounds like a good thing to miss out on.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[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.
I should be doing reading for class tomorrow but I don't wanna.
So I'm cruising the internet on the lovely free wireless at the hotel...
re: kerfuffle. I have many thoughts, but also doubts of the appropriateness of posting them at this point. I am glad there was an apology, but I am still completely shocked at the tone and phrasing of dw, both today and some stuff yesterday. I mean, whatever, I'm not sitting here crying or fanning myself like some sort of delicate flower, but...damn.
But, yes, apology. That's good. Thanks.
t /shutting up now
Why do the people in my office not recognize that my priorities are the ONLY priorities that matter. Geeeesh.
oh, see, I thought that was just me, Maidengurl! When will they ever learn?
Want husband here now. Want turkey dinner soon.
We got upgraded last week when we were at this hotel and now we're in a normal room and it certainly suffers by comparison. Oh, WOE.
OMG. Am ded from cute.
Friends had a baby in Feb. If we can come up with enough cows, he's totally our future SiL. ANYHOW, they just sent peektures of his first Halloween costume.
He was dressed as The Cheat. From Homestar Runner.
So. Fucking. Adorable.
He was dressed as The Cheat. From Homestar Runner.
t is in love
He was dressed as The Cheat. From Homestar Runner.
Best. Costume. Ever.
It's really fabulous. I'm in costume awe.
OMG. Am ded from cute.
Why do people write "ded"? Is that a thing I missed? It makes me laugh because of a story about Harpo Marx (not the cute trick or treater, the other one).
He was friends with many members of the famous Algonquin roundtable - Alexander Woolcott, George S. Kaufman, Dorothy Parker, et al. At one weekend party at Woolcott's little island estate off Vermont, all the literary folks played murder. One author (memory fails on her name) was the victim, and spent hours in a little out-of-the-way bathroom at the back of the house before she was discovered. Once they found her, it was easy to tell who the murderer was. The clever one had written "You are ded" on the toilet paper, in lipstick. Since Harpo was the only one in the place whose education had ended in 3rd grade, suspicion naturally, and rightly, fell on him. Makes me smile, every time.
While we are asking, what's the origin of "Bob likes carrots" and WTF does it mean????