(Also, when does PoTC open again?)
July 7.
I'm just, uh, just feeling kinda... truthsome right now. And, uh... life's just too damn short for ifs and maybes.
Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'
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.
Polter-Cow - Jun 04, 2006 1:48:41 pm PDT #7815 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Lee - Jun 04, 2006 1:55:57 pm PDT #7816 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
(And don't EVEN tell me you don't own a thermometer....)
Um... I don't.
Sweetheart, I love you but -- if you're old enough to live on your own, you should have a thermometer. (That goes for all of you reading this.)
Umm... I don't suppose an oven thermometer counts, does it?
Cass - Jun 04, 2006 1:59:20 pm PDT #7817 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Umm... I don't suppose an oven thermometer counts, does it?Yes. When you reach an internal temperature of 135 degrees, you are done.
If you like medium-rare.
JenP - Jun 04, 2006 2:08:03 pm PDT #7818 of 10002
When you reach an internal temperature of 135 degrees, you are done.
Seriously done. For.
ChiKat - Jun 04, 2006 2:08:18 pm PDT #7819 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?
Umm... I don't suppose an oven thermometer counts, does it?
Oh! I have one of those!
I've never bothered buying a human thermometer because I can always tell when I'm running a fever.
Pix - Jun 04, 2006 2:08:46 pm PDT #7820 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Announcement: My apartment reeks.
Analysis: Dirty dishes in the sink + lingering litter box smell (despite having just cleaned it) + garbage under sink + 100 degrees = NASTYASSSMELLYAPARTMENT
I desperately want to clean, but I kid you not, it's so hot in here that I can't. I shall tackle teh STINK tonight.
sj - Jun 04, 2006 2:10:40 pm PDT #7821 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I bought a thermometer with my last uti that may have been a kidney infection, because the only way my doctor would agree to let me go home was to agree to track my fever.
Cass - Jun 04, 2006 2:12:56 pm PDT #7822 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Seriously done. For.But if she has some horseradish lying about...
I am hungry. But probably not cannibal hungry.
JenP - Jun 04, 2006 2:26:50 pm PDT #7823 of 10002
Horseradish does make a lot of things better.
I own a digital thermometer, and I took it to the ER with me when I had to go there for the Mystery Fever That Could Have Been a Problem But Turns Out, It Wasn't so that I could calibrate it. I think they were amused. But, anyway, it was right on par with the hospital's thermometer.
Why did I do this? Because I was raised on the old-fashoined mercury filled thermometer, baby, and I can trust what I can see - the mercury rising. These newfangled digital doohickes? I don't trust 'em.
Nicole - Jun 04, 2006 2:37:27 pm PDT #7824 of 10002
I'm getting the pig!
Sweetheart, I love you but -- if you're old enough to live on your own, you should have a thermometer.
Heh. I know, I know. I had one. We had to use it on the cat a couple of months ago though and I haven't picked up a replacement. I'll do that when I visit the pharmacy tomorrow. Right after my doctor appt. Promise!
All that said - doctor - FIRST thing tomorrow. You must be 1000% healthy by the time I get out there.
I'll call the minute they're open tomorrow morning. Honest engine. (I have no idea what that means.) But the owies should definitely be gone by the time you get here.
Yes. When you reach an internal temperature of 135 degrees, you are done.
Bwah! Good to know.
Kristin, good luck with tackling the apartment stink!