Zoe: She shot you. Mal: Well, yeah, she did a bit... still --

'Serenity'


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.


Pete, Husband of Jilli - May 13, 2006 12:30:58 pm PDT #4552 of 10002
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

My sympathies, Raq. Those economy class trans-atlantic flights are a real test of endurance, both physical and social.

Welcome!

Oh, and Fay, fifty lines for use of the 'A' word. Apparently you're in for some obedience lessons. Try not to enjoy them...


Nora Deirdre - May 13, 2006 12:31:07 pm PDT #4553 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Oh, and my luggage didn't make it, so luggage-ma please?

Oh, man, of course it didn't. I'm sorry. Luggage~ma to you. Where are you at in the States?

I have finished 3 pages of one essay and 3 and a quarter pages of another. Can I be done now?


ChiKat - May 13, 2006 12:37:50 pm PDT #4554 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

Luggage~ma to Raq. But, you're here!!! And I get to see you in a few days!! Woot!!

Nora, almost done, sweetie. Just a bit more then you can go make out with your husband. (How's that for a reward system??)

I'm at work. Finished 2 things on my to do list. Still need to do 3 more. Blech.


Pix - May 13, 2006 12:45:24 pm PDT #4555 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.

Pete really enjoys making Fay wibble. Verily, he is a cruel man.


askye - May 13, 2006 12:45:32 pm PDT #4556 of 10002
Thrive to spite them

Luggage~ma to Raq.

Happy Mother's Day (early)! Mom and I celebrated today and it was a really nice day. We drove down to the coast, went shopping, she got new earrings (for herself), got 2 pairs for her sister, and she took an earring down there to see if she could find another pair like it (because she lost one) and the shopkeeper/jewelry maker told her he'd make her a replacement. She picked out a pair of earrings for me to buy her and then I shooed her out of the store while I picked up some other stuff.

We had lunch. It was amazing. She had a grilled cheese sandwich -- Cheddar, Provolone, Swiss with tomato, bacon, thick slice pickles and red onion on rye bread. I had soup and salad. The soup was Potato Leek made with bacon and some kind of cheese that starts with a B --it's a herbed goat cheese.

Plus we bought books and stopped by the beach. It was fun.

Except this morning I knocked over a tiny bottle of perfume (which I got free) and it broke so I reeked of perfume most of the morning and I couldn't get it cleaned up before we left so my house reeks of perfume. I've got to open the windows to let everything air out.


Nora Deirdre - May 13, 2006 12:47:49 pm PDT #4557 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Nora, almost done, sweetie. Just a bit more then you can go make out with your husband. (How's that for a reward system??)

AWESOME. I'm totally using this to knock these puppies off.


Pete, Husband of Jilli - May 13, 2006 12:51:39 pm PDT #4558 of 10002
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

Pete really enjoys making Fay wibble. Verily, he is a cruel man.

You betchya.

Luggage-ma to Raq, though I suspect it'll be one of those annoying things where the luggage is on the next flight.


Nora Deirdre - May 13, 2006 1:00:00 pm PDT #4559 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

ONE ESSAY DONE.


askye - May 13, 2006 1:02:36 pm PDT #4560 of 10002
Thrive to spite them

YAY Nora!


sj - May 13, 2006 1:06:09 pm PDT #4561 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Yay, Nora!

I feel like a drowned rat, but I did get all my errands done. Oh, and those parts of the ceiling that my landlord said no longer leaked? She lied. What a surprise. I hate her.