Hmmm... good plan.
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.
Flash her.
Don't want to scare her.
Considering that I rarely drink coffee, there are way the hell too many coffee-splatters on my monitor.
I could be napping right now. Why am I awake, again?
'Cause I just made Daiquiris! Daiquiris for everyone! (And non-alcoholic for the expecting)
Daiquiri, please. At work. Brain puddling on floor. Daiquiri may help. Send ASAP.
Don't want to scare her.
A little boy like you? Don't be silly.
BWAH!
Daiquiri, please. At work. Brain puddling on floor. Daiquiri may help. Send ASAP.
Coming right up! (The Magic Bullet is a little slow tonight.) (Get your mind out of the gutter!)
I actually made them in celebration of the ending of 7th Heaven, which Emily refuses to watch with me. So, sad. She's missing the end of an era.