The cats are swarming me, it must be past my bedtime. Laundry is at last folded, so all my chores are done and I can go set the alarm for too damn early. See you tomorrow, tommy and brenda!
Xander: Hey, Red. What you got in the basket, little girl? Buffy: Weapons.
Xander/Buffy ,'Help'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
SailAweigh - Jan 01, 2006 8:01:38 pm PST #2736 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
DavidS - Jan 01, 2006 8:20:25 pm PST #2737 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
He'll probably expect you to pay for lunch.
Naw, he's happy to pick up the tab. I fed him home cooked meals about three times a month when he was a starving backgammon hustler.
Cass - Jan 01, 2006 10:29:09 pm PST #2738 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Have fun with the afterplay!We are slounge. There has been mirth, merriment and 3.0 flashed. Good night. Stef just went to bed and we are watching Batman Begins. And drinking champagne. Life, she is good.
I can also report that cashmere sweat / jogging / yoga pants are an outrageous splurge that might be worth every penny. Mine were Christmas booty that I internally rolled my eyes at a little, but I have them on now and I might never wear anything else again. Ever. Also people grope you when you wear cashmere. And cats sniff.
and some new girl from MinnesotaWhat. Evah. Chicks from elsewhere coming into our state... Sheesh.
Pix - Jan 01, 2006 10:50:12 pm PST #2739 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
What. Evah. Chicks from elsewhere coming into our state... Sheesh.
HEY!
t stomps off to sit with Juliana
Cass - Jan 01, 2006 11:11:36 pm PST #2740 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Go! And take all of the pretty with you while you are at it!
Pix - Jan 02, 2006 12:21:44 am PST #2741 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Hee hee hee... blush.
I'm just jealous that other people get to snuggle you tonight!
WindSparrow - Jan 02, 2006 12:56:41 am PST #2742 of 10001
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.
Or a bearskin rug.
That would just be inviting trouble. Though the cats might like to hiss at it. Or pretend they killed it.
When Sammie was a kitten, she was afeared of my bear-shaped stuffed animals. She love, love, loved my very german shepherd (ok, maybe it was only cocker spaniel) sized stuffed tiger, and would happily play with its paws and tail. One of the times when she'd got her shots as an adult cat, she spent the rest of the day feeling a bit under the weather, and she curled up next to it in the bedroom and slept all day. I believe she is all into the face-pattern recognision.
Harvey, on the other hand, has never shown any interest in stuffed animals other than mouse-shaped for attacking and nibbling on. My leopard-print fuzzy slippers, though, he would slap good and hard to make sure they were dead.
Anne W. - Jan 02, 2006 1:54:22 am PST #2743 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Greetings from the basement.
In the 'good news' category, the local tornado sirens are not only loud enough for me to hear from my house but loud enough to wake me from a sound sleep.
Tornado warning should expire soon. Then all I have to worry about is sideways rain.
vw bug - Jan 02, 2006 3:44:08 am PST #2744 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Glad juliana made it safe and sound and has already had brunch with the locals. Sounds lovely.
Anne! Stay safe!
Anne W. - Jan 02, 2006 4:46:52 am PST #2745 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Storm is over and it is now sunny and sixty degrees. It's suppose to fall into the forties by afternoon, though. Weird.
Oddly enough, what pinged my sense of danger more than the sirens was the fact that the cat was flipping out.