Zoe: She shot you. Mal: Well, yeah, she did a bit... still --

'Serenity'


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.


Aims - Oct 27, 2005 10:19:23 am PDT #999 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I've been using the Fructisse and I like it.


Susan W. - Oct 27, 2005 10:19:31 am PDT #1000 of 10003
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Annabel's ears are fine, so after lunch I'll be calling the speech pathology lab for an appointment. The audiologist agrees with me that if there's a culprit other than "stubborn perfectionist kid not talking until she's good and ready," it's probably the tongue tie. In which case I want to figure it out and fix it asap. She's definitely been more temperamental and frustrated lately, which I know could just be her age, but could also be having lots to say and lacking the physical capability to articulate it.


lisah - Oct 27, 2005 10:24:21 am PDT #1001 of 10003
Punishingly Intricate

Since we are talking about hair products, does anyone have suggestions for shampoo and conditioner for colored hair?

I use Paul Mitchell's Color Correct. I think it's pretty good.


beth b - Oct 27, 2005 11:09:47 am PDT #1002 of 10003
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

yay - good ears!

my home owner warenty - which DH made me renew is makeing this cost 1/3 to 1/4 of what it would have cost.

my cat is being tortured. I am keeping him in the back yard while the water heater man is going in and out of the front door. So this means the door is closed. that's really bad, if you are a cat. how dare I torture him by makeing him stay outside where he can eat grass watch squirrls and chase bugs...


Gudanov - Oct 27, 2005 11:27:27 am PDT #1003 of 10003
Coding and Sleeping

I'm glad to hear that Annabel's ears are good.


P.M. Marc - Oct 27, 2005 11:46:00 am PDT #1004 of 10003
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

My mouth is being tortured. Lillian's new game is Pull the Lips.

This is what I get for playing so much Nibble the Baby Hand. Methinks I should have stuck with toes.

Also, it is torture to be in a house that reeks of gingerbread and know that you can't just eat a slice of it because it's for someone's birthday. Damn, it smells good.


§ ita § - Oct 27, 2005 11:48:56 am PDT #1005 of 10003
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Hey, Steph -- if you're around -- would you know if it's okay for me to take two Imitrex, two Relpax and then Maxalt in 12 hours? I'm 2 Imitrex and a Relpax (and a Topamax, now that I think about it) down, and about to reach for the second Relpax. If I can't take Maxalt afterwards, I need to know ASAP because that means cancelling my evening and bracing for the potential of Flexeril.

[eta: nevermind -- I called the pharmacist, and they say I'm not even to take Imitrex and Maxalt together (though my doctor said I could)]


Amy - Oct 27, 2005 11:52:30 am PDT #1006 of 10003
Because books.

Following the hair conversation with amusement, because I ache for long hair. And it's never gonna happen. Not only does short hair look much better on me, my hair is too fine. Long, it only ever gets to my shoulder blades, and it looks like crap.

In fact, I have to get my new super-short hair trimmed again soon.

Good call on the speech pathologist, Susan, and definitely good news about Annabel's ears.

{{{sumi}}}


P.M. Marc - Oct 27, 2005 11:57:02 am PDT #1007 of 10003
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

I'm increasingly outraged for Sumi. I mean, that's just so unfair. It was LUNCH. Lunch is IMPORTANT. Jackholes.

This is probably a sign, not only that Sumi's ruined lunch plans suck, but that I should eat something.


brenda m - Oct 27, 2005 11:59:13 am PDT #1008 of 10003
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

When, oh when, will this day end?