Buffy ,'Beneath You'
[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.
Who wants to fill out my paperwork for my big allergist appointment tomorrow?
no, but maybe you could make an extra set for me. Then maybe i would go to an allergist. Though I 'm still not sure how good it would be to know I was alleric to grass. or trees. or flowers. or 1 million other things that i am surrounded by and like being surrounded by.
Sadly for the Emmett meeting,although I'm looking forward in other ways, I will be f2fing elsewhere that night.
I should mention the dream I had two nights ago, which I longed to tell about here but couldn't yet.
I'd like to recall the dream I had lo these many months ago (pre-Halloweenie-conception, but still) that you were pregnant, missy. It might take a while, but my prophetic dreams by god come true!
There was a pause, then "GO WARRIORS!"
Following which he laboriously unpacked the metaphor, explaining that he did not mean to cheer on a professional sports team, but was speaking indirectly of my husband's vigorous sperm.
I can never look Hec in the eye again.
erika, what got published and where?
I can never look Hec in the eye again.
That's not where I keep my vigorous sperm.
I can never look Hec in the eye again.
That's not where I keep my vigorous sperm.
I'm a *lady,* you scapegrace! I don't stare at men's cocks!
Often.
Awwww...the sad 8 Simple Rules is on.
That's not where I keep my vigorous sperm.
If you did that would be some pretty impressive distance for a man your age...
(actually, I have no idea if that's true or not -- but I suspect boys test these things)
Tep, you owe me for a laptop monitor cleaning, and my boss (who is fortunately very understanding) an explanation for why I just snarfed tea out my nose in the middle of a meeting. I hope you're proud.
Best congrats message from a non-Buffista friend:
Great googlymoogly!
So what you're trying to say is your body playing host to an alien creature that in six months time, sated by the nutrients it has leeched from your bones and blood, will spring forth from deep within you demanding round the clock maids, chauffeurs, and cooks (and possibly a pony)?
That's the best news EVER!
I'm also realizing how desperately I need a onesie that says PERFECTLY NORMAL HUMAN WORM-BABY.