'Lies My Parents Told 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.
There are not very many people on the planet who wield a foil so well they get to college on a fencing scholarship: Neil Diamond is one of them.
eyebrows still around hairline.
I'm going to do a little more cookbook-taunting. I was out of ideas for dinner, so I made something from the cookbook, and it is teh yum!
Yay for cookbooks!
I have to mention the Neil Diamond thing to my sister. She has big Neil love. Don't get it myself, but the swashbuckling helps.
There are not very many people on the planet who wield a foil so well
Oh, and Neil is a sabrist, not a foilist. t /sabre thwacks carrots
{{Juliana}} My love, you have never offended. What a year is has been for you. I know when you look back a year from now you will be more than pleased with the life progress you have made. (and oh my do I remember howworried we all were about you a year ago!)
I'm sorry, J, but I have to say it -- Laura is wrongity wrong like a wrong thing. Your one great offense is being too far away to hug in person, and about to get even further.
(And more seriously, all the very best to you. I think you're right to see this as your new year, and I wish you as much progress toward the good in the next one, as you've made away from the bad in this one.)
J, silly, its not like you broke a nail.
No offense here.
Once again, Amych posts what I'm thinking before I can.
That's been a handy side effect of eating your spicy brains, Jess. You weren't supposed to find out about it, though....
So that's where those bite marks came from...
Hubby frequently wakes me up when my dreams become so involving that I kick him etc. Generally, however, those are cool dreams where I'm kicking ass or having exciting chase scenes. Obviously my real nightmares don't involve much movement. It was a Freddy Krueger/Jason type night, and having to chop mad killers into bits while they try to kill you is not as relaxing as one might think. Kudos to my sub-conscious for having the wherewithal to fight back ferociously and effectively, but I want my Billy Idol dreams back, thank you very much.