Happy birthday, Jilli. Much non-cramp-ma, too.
William ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Cats were begging for my lunch, so I gave 'em the previously frozen carrots that were left at the end. They ate the carrots. My cats eat carrots. And? Beg for more.
Happy birthday, Jilli, and successful surgery.
Pain and complication-free Birthday Jilli! I hope you get fun drugs afterwardes which make you silly and ever-so-much-more adorable.
Happy birthday, Jilli! (I dreamed last night that either Jilli or Dana -- it kept changing -- was having a baby and I kept saying "Are you SURE?")
No-baby-ma to the Buffistas who prefer it.
In unrelated news, I have discovered a chin hair, and I cannot tweeze it until I get home. Oh, the woes.
In unrelated news, I have discovered a chin hair, and I cannot tweeze it until I get home. Oh, the woes.
We shouldn't call you Goat Girl, right?
No.
I call Emeline Goat Girl, but that's cause her favorite toy is a wooden spoon.
I call Emeline Goat Girl, but that's cause her favorite toy is a wooden spoon.
I'm missing the punchline, aren't I?
It's a Grimm's fairytale of Tatterhood. Tatterhood was born holding a wooden spoon and riding a goat. Emeline will toddle all over the livingroom with the wooden spoon held high above her head, and babbling.