Peas. Mostly ew.
Ethan Rayne ,'Potential'
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.
Gershwin Girl? Have we officially given a name to your sweetie? I love it.
But they make me feel better about eating the mac and cheese. Like I'm getting at least some nutritional benefit.
Many happy returns of the day, Ginger.
{{{Aimée}}}
I am home. Pete, because he is bonkers, has gone to his regular Tuesday night D&D game. *I*, however, am going to spend the evening reassuring the cats that I do love them, and unpacking.
Gershwin Girl! I love it!
{{{sj}}} Good for you, getting through the day. And yay for Dave being such a great support for you! (Although I do kind of miss calling him Teacup Guy.)
Peas are just so unnecessary. They're too small to taste like much.
Tell you what, e-mail me the next time it happens, and I'll call her and talk her down. That way, you don't feel obligated to solve her problems for her.
You know what? I am not your marriage counselor. I am not your therapist. When somebody says "Am I overreacting, or is X a problem", I am going to continue to say "You're overreacting." If you can't deal with that, you shouldn't have asked the question.
I do ask people "Am I overreacting?" all the time. And sometimes they tell me that I am, and I blush or get peeved. That's because this is a conversation, not a ritual request for praise.
Hi Jilli!
I've been meaning to email you to tell you how great it was to hang out with you this weekend--but I'll just do it here.
It was a blast. Miss you two already.
Jilli! How was D'land?
They're too small to taste like much.
My DH's mother told him that they tasted like dirt. He repeats this, although he has no memory of a pea ever passing his lips.
Although I do kind of miss calling him Teacup Guy
Please call him Teacup Guy anytime you like. He doesn't like it, but it still makes me smile.