Dawn: I think a date should be in a real fancy restaurant, then champagne at a night club with a floor show, then ballroom dancing. Joyce: Unfortunately, we're not dating in a movie from the thirties.

'Get It Done'


Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.  

[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.


WindSparrow - Feb 27, 2006 6:40:16 pm PST #1520 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.

{{{{JenP}}}} {{{{Cass}}}}

Andi's reaction: "Dear Tupperware: You suck."

This was, of course, after I had quit laughing uproariously.


Trudy Booth - Feb 27, 2006 6:52:48 pm PST #1521 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

t pulls both Jens in lap and just snuggles and snuggles and snuggles


Trudy Booth - Feb 27, 2006 6:52:53 pm PST #1522 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

t pulls both Jens in lap and just snuggles and snuggles and snuggles


Trudy Booth - Feb 27, 2006 6:53:14 pm PST #1523 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

t still snuggling


Cass - Feb 27, 2006 6:53:20 pm PST #1524 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.

One thing I should admit out loud: Culling stuff down is a good, good thing even when it is hard to get rid of things. I have really got to remember that clutter doesn't make me happy.


vw bug - Feb 27, 2006 6:56:36 pm PST #1525 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Oh, Jen, I'm so sorry. All the ~ma in the world headed your way.

I am awake. I do not want to be awake. I want to be sound asleep. Maybe in a few minutes I'll try again...


Connie Neil - Feb 27, 2006 6:58:12 pm PST #1526 of 10001
brillig

I have an intriguing conundrum. My hair is turning white at the temples, and I think it's damned cool. Well, it's salt-and-copper at the moment, but I can see the trend.

Conundrum: The rest of my hair is brownish-auburn, and I want to get it dyed a few shades lighter. But I don't want to lose the cool temple fading. Is this doable without taking out a load to pay for it? Don't suggest doing it myself, because I don't like using myself for a guinea pig.


Volans - Feb 27, 2006 7:11:52 pm PST #1527 of 10001
move out and draw fire

Jen, I'm so sorry to hear that! But tons of health-ma for a successful and short chemo.

I explode glass and hibiscus tea in my kitchen

See, the sad thing is I knew viscerally what you really meant, because I blew up a glass pitcher myself a few years back. Right before a dinner party. While holding it and wearing my dressy party clothes.

But still somehow it said "baseball."

connie, I am not the hair color expert, but my white hair never takes dye, so you may be OK just to go for it.


beth b - Feb 27, 2006 7:13:52 pm PST #1528 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

my white hair does- but not in quite the same way.

fever. I have know all day it was there, but it kept hideing from me. tiny fever, but no work for me tomorrow.


Cass - Feb 27, 2006 7:18:55 pm PST #1529 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.

Don't suggest doing it myself, because I don't like using myself for a guinea pig.
I got nothing then. I only know from do-it-yourself hair stuff. I only use semi-perms but, unlike Raq's, my white hairs take the dye. But they fade faster than the rest.

But still somehow it said "baseball."
Perhaps it was the fit I nearly threw? Not really for the loss of the pitcher which dribbled but because I had just spent a couple of days on my knees cleaning the kitchen floor. (I associate baseball with temper tantrums. I don't actually know why.)