Spike ,'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.
Timelies, all! Deena, I'm sorry there's all that medical stuff happening. I don't know why wee kidlings were designed to be prone to ear infections, but so many of the ones I know seem to be. I mean, finger infections--sure. They're into everything. Mouth and nose infections? Ditto. But the ears?
Why is the pasta forbidden to Lily? Did I skip and skim past a gluten intolerance or suchlike? Adorable pictures, anyway. I especially like "braaaaaaiiins".
I'm working on my lab report that has to be submitted online by 5pm today. I need to have it done by 2:30, since I have to leave then for therapy, and I don't want to be trying to submit it at the very last minute and run into problems.
But, it's HARD. There's a reason I've been avoiding it all week. Ugh. I don't wanna do it. But, it's worth 100 points...5% of our lab grade. It's kind of important.
Back to work...
Good luck with the lab report, vw!
The boy is over the worst of his illness--he slept for nine hours straight last night. I feel like a million dollars. We must now shower and go vote.
Oh, Cashmere, I'm so glad that O is over the worst. Sick babies are no fun.
Ok...rough draft of lab report is written. Now to move on to something else, then go back and look at it again in a bit.
I think I should do my quiz that was due last Wednesday. But, I don't WANNA! I'm such a whiner.
vw - I got my stuff done last night, so now I can wave my homework pompoms at you! Go Bug!!!
Betsy - that necklace is uber cool - wish I had extra cash, I'd get one in a heartbeat.
I actually DID have chocolate cake last night. My mom, in a fit of martyr-dom, baked herself a birthday cake ("I know you have been so busy lately, darling").
feh. got news of a breakup of someone close to me, which I saw coming a looooong time ago and was hoping I wouldn't be right. I was right. Damn.
(I mean, I never said anything, because you can't, but I wish I could have, though that's impossible)
Well, at least there was cake for you, MG.
I baked my own cheesecake for my birthday, too. Mom's had chemo, so I can't really fault her for not getting in the kitchen and baking me a potpie, bitch! cake. Still, going home for a post-birthday dinner and being sent into the kitchen on a baking mission was unexpected. It really shouldn't have been, I suppose.
Wanna know the best part about having brownie sundaes for dinner? There are left-over brownies for breakfast. Mmmmmm...
The next generation hitches a ride out on the cat's feces, which are ingested by rats to start the cycle over again.
If rats would only stop eating cat feces, none of this would happen....