argh. paper is not being written by sheer force of will alone. I think I will go get a refreshing and caffienated beverage.
Fred ,'A Hole in the World'
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.
Happy Birthday, Hil!
Happy birthday, Hil, with lots of cake!
Happy Birthday, Hil!
Happy Birthday, Hil!
Happy belated birthday, Jessica!
MG does have some very trash talking children. They are, however, mostly talk, whereas it was the adults who acted out the viciousness in the Uno game. We set a fine example.
I have a library brunch this morning. I should not have to see the people I work with on a Sunday because there will likely be shop-talk, and it's not much of a lazy Sunday if there is shop-talk. At least there will be free food.
Free food is good.
ION, I have filled five bags full of leaves. Go me!
Anne, I love your tag. Go you on the leaf hunting and gathering.
For posterity:
Some people are like Slinkies. They're not very useful, but they bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.
Daniel, darling, watching a bra fitting is not sexy fun. Just so you know. Also, bras which are capable of providing really good support for me? Wouldn't be cute & sexy enough to make good prezzies. That said, it might be nice to invest in some really good bras.
I didn't really think it was sexy fun, I think I just thought it might be appreciated for your comfort. I also see it's more like someone giving you socks for your birthday, so mark that duly noted.
See, now, socks if cute or really, really warm can be decent prezzies. But bras are definitely in the "I got underwear for Christmas" category.
Sammie is trying to talk me into opening the Cat-Latch™ on the crock-pot so she can breakfast upon the nummy tender chickens inside it.
Half an hour on, and I am sleepy. Two more hours of listening to Sammie croon? Merciful heavens, Harvey is starting to wake up now.
I'ma kill myself and let the cats feast on my flesh. That should solve the problem.
And leave me with a corpsified Andi? Not on you life, er... death! You're staying here and toughing out life's hurdles.
And I can cook chicken in the crock pot during the day next time.
Cats really do like bird flesh a lot.
If birds evolved from dinosaurs, would dinosaurs smell like birds to cats?
t Imagines genetically reproduced dinosaurs being taken down by cats. Swarms of housecats attacking like Piranha.