::psst:: hi steph! did you get my comment from the other day?
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.
Woo hoo! Promoted to King! In your face, other plebes!
::glares fiercely at own fingers::
To: james@king.co.uk
From: captshrimp@newworld.va
Subj: Re: Dealing with the savages
Enc: Tobacco
Too busy with hot hot girl action. Check out attachment: perfectly safe & impresses the ladies.
I love you all. Really. I do. True love. MWAH to the thread.
::psst:: hi steph! did you get my comment from the other day?
I did! I miss you! When do you get back?
It's far too early for you all to be this funny.
At my old salary, I'd literally be working to pay the sitter--and I didn't make bad money for an admin assistant in the midwest.
Yeah. This is strike 1, 2, and 3 against additional kids for us. I mean, of course, it can be successfully argued that from a purely financial standpoint, the years of paying all your money to pay for daycare pay for themselves long-term (in your increased earnings potential, social security, blah blah blah blah blah), but in the short run, it both sucks and blows.
You guys are too funny!
Yeah. This is strike 1, 2, and 3 against additional kids for us. I mean, of course, it can be successfully argued that from a purely financial standpoint, the years of paying all your money to pay for daycare pay for themselves long-term (in your increased earnings potential, social security, blah blah blah blah blah), but in the short run, it both sucks and blows.Plus, don't forget the fun filled pregnancy! Granted, Lilly is baby perfection, but your pregnancy also sucked and blew.
Yeah, you know when I said that with the very generous salary I've been given here, after I pay the nanny I take home $10/week? I wasn't exaggerating for effect. It's just over $10/week.
I'm mainly working for the psychic income.
Which wasn't so good today. My boss, who is a very cool person, has been diagnosed with prostate cancer. And a colleague's son was killed in Iraq.
I've got Edward Tufte's poster about PowerPoint hanging right outside my cube.
Spidra! Edward Tufte is my sekrit boyfriend!
This is perhaps a not inopportune time to announce that, sane or not, mr. flea and I are expecting our second child in mid-late July. Project Baby 2.0 is codenamed the Armadillo.
Anyway, since Cash is in the home stretch, somebody's got to fill the "pregnant buffista" niche. I am fine if tired and ravenously hungry, early ultrasounds show something not unlike an armadillo, and Casper doesn't really know yet.
(x-posted with Natter)