My body hates me. I am up, again, at a ridiculous hour. Oh, well. Will try to get some homework done.
These are stone killers, little man. They ain't cuddly like me.
Jayne ,'The Train Job'
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.
vw bug - Dec 09, 2005 10:53:59 pm PST #8934 of 10003
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beth b - Dec 09, 2005 11:02:05 pm PST #8935 of 10003
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Turkey done. gravy made. DH is now destuffing the turkey. tiny bits snatched. If I can't eat Turkey I should sleep, not wash more pots....
vw bug - Dec 09, 2005 11:04:06 pm PST #8936 of 10003
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Mmmmmmm...turkey!
beth b - Dec 09, 2005 11:29:54 pm PST #8937 of 10003
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
I swear - marriage makes you do strange things - cooking a Turkey til one am was Not in the marriage manual.
Btw, in about 1/2 hour from now, DH and I will have been married for 10 years. actually - it was here....
Topic!Cindy - Dec 09, 2005 11:59:42 pm PST #8938 of 10003
What is even happening?
Happy Anniversary, beth and Matt!
vw, I woke up about 20 minutes after you did. Did you do that? I really could have used another hour.
SailAweigh - Dec 10, 2005 2:10:49 am PST #8939 of 10003
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Tip-toes in. Pirouettes prettily on pointed toes and swishes out, trailing glitter and warm fuzzies behind.
Sleeeeep, my babies, sleeeeep.
Shhhhh.
WindSparrow - Dec 10, 2005 2:40:15 am PST #8940 of 10003
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Happy anniversary, beth and matt! Lovely little chapel y'all chose.
Cat role reversal tonight. Sammie traditionally sleeps snuggled up next to me, and Harvey sleeps somewhere on me, if I let him. Been so achy lately I have not been letting him. So tonight, without any reminders, he slept at my side. I woke up with Sammie on my chest, purring a very soft Sammie-purr (very different from the Harvey purr, which is very similar to the intensity of a cordless drill). Also, I don't know if it is the difference in her choice of spots to settle on, or the difference between the ten pound cat and the nine pound cat, but her sleeping on my chest did not make me feel painfully immobilized the way Harvey does when he sleeps on my upper legs.
billytea - Dec 10, 2005 2:57:52 am PST #8941 of 10003
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I thought people would like to know, I canvassed the opinions of my younger brothers on whether TM!Girl is interested in me. My brother the pig says yes. My brother the doctor asked the rather sensible question of whether I was interested in her.
One brother is now konked out on the couch, while the other is clinking things together in the kitchen. I like my family. (After watching "Death to Smoochy", other brother has a new motto: "Sorry if I smell like piss. You know how it is.")
vw bug - Dec 10, 2005 3:40:30 am PST #8942 of 10003
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vw, I woke up about 20 minutes after you did. Did you do that? I really could have used another hour.
Damn. And I was trying to be so quiet!
Anne W. - Dec 10, 2005 4:28:07 am PST #8943 of 10003
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Holiday baking has commenced. Last night, I cut up pounds of dried fruit and a goodly amount of candied ginger for fruitcakes. These have soaked overnight in a quantity of rum that would have even Capt. Jack Sparrow saying "don't you think that's a bit much?" Cider, butter, and spices have now been added to the mix, and it is bubbling away on the stove, making my house smell oh-so-yummy.
Later today, molasses crinkles and checkerboard cookies. When the fruit/rum mixture has cooled, it will be turned into batter and baked. The cakes will then be marinated in Calvados until Christmas.