Giles ,'Get It Done'
[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.
I'm expecting Kara to rule the world all by herself. Apparently she's decided that the first step is to have her parents arrested.
It's so good to see that Aidan is acquiring such a useful vocabulary. He joins almost every computer user in the country in whacking a computer and saying "Fuck it."
So here we are at the hospital, this time for Hubby to have his left shoulder worked on. It's needed done for about twenty years. Some ~ma, please, for easy operation and easy recovery.
Now if he only weren't left-handed.
Raq, those pictures sound amazing. I hope you do paint that one. I'd love to see it. 64m is meters, right? I can't quite imagine how deep that must be.
~ma to Connie's dh for easy operation and quick recovery, and ~ma for you, Connie, that you don't kill him before it's over, or, you know, that it's easy for you too.
Aidan's getting quite a vocabulary. Though he rarely uses words appropriately, the cursing seems to be on track. When I was going to the bathroom the other day, he walked in and sat down on the step stool in front of the sink, not looking at me, just looking around the bathroom, started tapping his feet and then said quietly, "God dan it" chuckled to himself and added, "I funny."
Much shoulder~ma to your DH, connie.
"God dan it" chuckled to himself and added, "I funny."
Well, the boy has a point.
Aidan turned toward his Daddy, smacked the keyboard hard with one hand, and said, "FUCK IT!" and then walked away.
I see Owen has some competition for fair Emeline's hand...
We have a famous family story about unwittingly trying to get one's parents arrested. My father and some number of his seven siblings were bothering my Grandmother while she was trying to make pancakes. When the whirled around to scold them, the top of the old-fashioned and heavy spatula flew off and clocked my father in the forehead.
They took him to the hospital for stitches the doctor asked him what happened and, because he didn't want his mother to get in trouble, he said "They told me not to run in the house because I would fall and hit my head on the radiator and that's what happened. It's my fault".
Not only was my Gramma already embarassed to death, it looked like she'd gotten the kid to lie for her. SO funny.
Shoulder-ma for Connie's DH.
Yo, bitches. Where is everyone?
I ask for hair help and got nothing. Then almost 2 hours and no posts?
Hec must be deeply feverish.
I thought he was on the mend. Health~ma to Hec and Emmett.
Job interview next week. Go me! I was beginning to think I'd never get another.
It's a UW job, but at an off-campus location, so no commuting with DH. Unless he gets the job at the Christian college, in which case we wouldn't be all that close together (opposite sides of Queen Anne Hill), but would be on the same bus route, so we could in theory go in together, park at whoever's office offers the cheapest employee parking, and have the other person hop on the bus.