Jayne ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
Dick and Jane was fun! And I enjoyed every minute of Sky Captain that had Angelina Jolie in it. Gwyneth, NSM.
Hi everybody! Glad I was entertaining last night....because OW, did it hurt this morning. Should've forced myself to have a few more glasses of water, apparently...
I'm super super sad I won't be seeing Fay at the F2F. Though I was kinda hoping she'd have to quit so I could say "Oh, well, come to DC then!"
Glad I was entertaining last night....because OW, did it hurt this morning.So so so so soooo very entertaining. And I was reading on catch-up even thus not getting to play Spin the Drunk meara.
I can't multitask right now. The complex bit I am trying to get my brain to comprehend? Watching tv *and* catching up on yesterday's Natter. I mean, I gave into the power of sloth today but I should be able to surf and slounge at the same time without having to used the Go Back button.
Whoops. Meant to also mention that I am sorry you were hurting this morning though. Because hangovers are just unfair.
Hi everyone.
A bit under two more hours until Passover is over. I am SO going out for pasta. Or maybe ordering in pasta, since everyone seems to be busy tonight and I don't feel like going out by myself. But I will be consuming pasta, somehow.
Yum, pasta. Usually my DH wants to go out for pizza at the end of Passover, but this year he doesn't seem to care.
Sorry you're hurting this morning, meara.
Yesterday I got a postcard in the mail for my 20th high school reunion, to which I had two reactions:
1) Fuck, I'm old.
2) No fucking way I'm paying money to go see those people.
And then it reminded me that I still need to send juliana $$ for the F2F because I will spend money to see you people.
Sparky, you needed to follow my plan. Move out of state 2 months after high school graduation. I've never gotten any sort of reunion annoucements because they can't find me. And, it's my 20th this year, too.
Oh! And, you're not old. Because if you are, I am too and I refuse that notion.
ChiKat, I did move. I moved and left explicit instructions with my mother that if anyone asked (she was a teacher at my high school) she was to burst into tears and tell them I died. The bastages found me anyway. I did note that the address they used includes a mistake that originates with my subscription to the New Yorker.
I don't think my high school does reunions. This year would be my 20th, too, if it happened and I somehow found out about it.
Oh, that's right, pizza! What a good idea. I'm planning on baking some bread tomorrow. And having a beer. I'm not a huge beer drinker, but I've wanted one all week...stupid fence making the grass look all green over there.
This year would be my 20th, too, if it happened and I somehow found out about it.
Obviously, we'll just need to hold our own 20th reunion, no specific high school affiliation necessary.