A block from my fucking house. I had to leave to go shopping to buy something decent for my interview tomorrow and they let me off my street but they wouldn't let me park when I got back. I had to walk two blocks from where I parked my car. My street is officially a "crimescene" with police tape and cruisers and everything.
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.
going to make artichoke and shrimp risotto. Sean's fault. or maybe his girlfriend's fault. it is more fun to blame it on Sean
not good, Cashmere, not good
Cashmere, I'm extremely thankful that you and yours were not hurt. How frightening!
Thanks, Karl. Christopher rode his bike into work today. I'm glad because that's right about where he turns in to get on to our street and he'd have been in the vicinity when the shooting occured if he'd have been driving. On his bicycle, he gets home later than usual.
For the most part, our neighborhood is safe, but we're surrounded on all four sides by less nice parts of town so there is sometimes a little bleed over.
Stoopid criminals and their stoopid guns.
OMG, Cash. Stoopid indeed. Plus, what Karl said. Yikes!
And I'll note billytea is YET to answer the engagement-visit question. He's just listing people willy nilly.
I will state for the record that neither willy nor nilly are on the list. But you might be.
Anyway. It is not an engagement visit. For comparative purposes, Bec and I dated for four years before we got married. Wallybee and I have been going out for less than four months.
our months
Cutest typo ever.
My advice is: If you want to talk to him, call him.
I likes this advice. I may even follow it myself. t sends message to Wallybee
I think if Billytea and Wallybee had children, they would DEFINITELY be MoleRats.
Well, yes. Though giving the matter some thought, I think there is a possibility I would wind up calling a kidlet of my very own 'woolly penguin'. Um. Not on the birth certificate, of course.
I'm not sure if these were at Paxton Square or not, but my, they're cool.