Getting hungry now. I have no dinner plans. Should get on that I suppose.
Funny thing about black and white. You mix it together and you get gray. And it doesn't matter how much white you try and put back in, you're never gonna get anything but gray.
Lilah ,'Destiny'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
Laura - May 04, 2006 1:28:56 pm PDT #2689 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
sj - May 04, 2006 1:31:17 pm PDT #2690 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I don't think Dave is going to be home until after 8 tonight, so I just had a snack. Still starving.
Aims - May 04, 2006 1:32:21 pm PDT #2691 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
No, I figured you could, Jilli. I just honestly wasn't sure if bra sizes were one of the things that traveled. Glad they do.
What's yer favorite?
vw bug - May 04, 2006 1:34:02 pm PDT #2692 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
And, now I'm cranky.
Atropa - May 04, 2006 1:37:27 pm PDT #2693 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
What's yer favorite?
I don't have a particular favorite (unless you count The Perfect Bras that were purchased the last time we were in England, and I now fit back into); I just search by my size and see what turns up that I like the look of.
sj - May 04, 2006 1:48:21 pm PDT #2694 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I was just getting out all of the things I need to make dinner with, and it seems that when Dave was cleaning up last night, he put the salt and pepper on a shelf way up high where I can't reach them. I suppose I shouldn't complain because he does clean up, but unless I want to risk climbing up to get it, dinner is not going to be ready when he gets home.
Laura - May 04, 2006 1:54:12 pm PDT #2695 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
he put the salt and pepper on a shelf way up high where I can't reach them
Sing it sistah! I was lying on my bed chatting with a GF the other day and she asked how in the world fingerprints ever got on the wall way above the tall dresser where I couldn't reach unless I stood on a chair. I gave her the "have you met DH?" look and told her that I sure wasn't going to climb up to clean it.
He's forever putting things above my line of sight or reach.
Laura - May 04, 2006 1:54:49 pm PDT #2696 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
ok, I'm off to Publix to see if I can be inspired for dinner choices.
§ ita § - May 04, 2006 2:02:29 pm PDT #2697 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I have kitchen cupboards whose doors are a hazard to my head if I leave them open--but Kat or lori or Allyson would be perfectly safe wandering under them. However, they'd pretty much starve to death (or go crazy from caffeine deprivation) since I don't think they could reach anything not at the front of the lowest shelf.
I need a very tall boyfriend, obviously, since I've put stuff where I can't get it back down.
EpicTangent - May 04, 2006 2:07:50 pm PDT #2698 of 10002
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Can it be ready, just bland, when he gets home, sj? t /Ignorant-rarely-cooks-almost-never-uses-salt-and-pepper
I need a very tall boyfriend, obviously, since I've put stuff where I can't get it back down.
This statement doesn't even parse in my 2-stepstools, plus a long-handled grabby thing in the kitchen world.
Not that I would object in any way to a tall boyfriend, mind you.