I keep threatening to run away and join the circus to get some peace and quiet. No one ever believes me.
'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.
Do you really think he needs to tell me to buy clothes?
No, no. That would be the irony portion of the post inasmuch as I said something patently false for comic effect.
::gets out Pete and Jilli and JZ and Hec action figures and a flipchart to explain it all in excruciating detail::
Is it out on DVD? I've been looking for it on Netflix to no avail.
It's coming out soon, lib.
I'm confused.
I thought maybe you had been prompted to the me-liking by my ordering Hec to get spendy, and I wanted to explain that when I have enough money I will dress up and otherwise spiffify all my friends, but right now I have to focus on the husband whose jeans are licked by dogs.
But if it wasn't prompted by anything in particular, then I will just bounce and squee over the compliment.
Man, the Halloweenie is kicking and rolling and thumping like mad this afternoon. It's a bit disconcerting, except for the whole reassuring me she's still there part, which is nice.
::gets out Pete and Jilli and JZ and Hec action figures and a flipchart to explain it all in excruciating detail::
Yay, puppet show! Will there be songs?
Also, what are you doing still here with the action figures and the flipchart and all? Go get some pants!
Annual Review:
Jilli is absolutely perfect and should get a very large raise and lots of vacation time. The end.
But if it wasn't prompted by anything in particular, then I will just bounce and squee over the compliment.
Oh, yeah, it was just prompted by your existence.
Yay, puppet show! Will there be songs?
Jilli looked up winsomely
Her sleeves were lacey frilled
She pointed to the petticoat room
Which was but halfway filled
Oh darling Pete, I've nought to wear
My clothes are getting tatty
I need extensions in my hair
Else I'll look drab and ratty!
Well, Peeve he looked up peevishly
Just as you would expect
And checked the balance in the bank
But would not cut the check
The Jilli then she pouted so
It broke his cool reserve
And sold some rarest Magic cards
"Madame, I live to serve."
Man, the Halloweenie is kicking and rolling and thumping like mad this afternoon. It's a bit disconcerting, except for the whole reassuring me she's still there part, which is nice.
Ah, so--take it you've finally started feeling movement, then?
Such a curious thing! Especially when you can see it from the outside.
What continues to weird me out is that now, if I'm half-asleep, gas feels like baby kicks to me.