Giles ,'Chosen'
[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.
The only Target really close to me has exactly four racks of Liz Lange, one of which is bathing suits and one of which is t-shirts on clearance. I do pilfer the remaining two racks whenever I get a chance, but it's slim pickings indeed.
The big evil work deadline that we laid to rest? Has regenerated and is lurching around as a new evil.
That's unpossible, and grossly unfair. It already chewed you up and spit you out once. Stake it! Burn it, bury the ashes and salt the earth!
JZ, one of the stores on College over here on my side of the Bay is supposed to have the mostest bestest bra fitter ever for pregnant women with the big angry bazungas. So sayeth my office mate who had them in double letters that were so large as to be meaningless to flat-chested people like me, but she traded the pregancy bazungas in for nice twin boys, one of whom likes to scream, "LOUD!" as loud as he can. I can ask her the name of her savior, if you like.
I do pilfer the remaining two racks whenever I get a chance, but it's slim pickings indeed.
I wish I had my old stuff to send you. Sara was born in November, so it would have been the right season and everything. But I sent it to a friend in Chicago when she was pregnant, and I told her I didn't need it back.
Amy, I am so sorry. It being family just makes it worse.
They're not *blood* family, though...
::tries to subdue wild-eyed glare. fails::
Oh, AmyLiz. I wish we had the teleporter to get you out of there for a bit. Or to set it on "Mars" and sent your in-laws away.
They're not *blood* family, though...
Obviously. A stake and some holy water won't kill YOU.
JZ, if you make it down to the 'burbs on Sunday, maybe we can hit one of the Target's down here, in case they have more Liz Lange.
Sparky, thanks. I think the so-far kindly bra I just got extras of will tide me over, but if it too starts to induce bra rage I'll come limping back in here begging you for the savior's name.
They're not *blood* family, though...
Oh, dear. I think that makes it double-worse. Is any end in sight, eventually, or will it take either a violent death or a mysterious disappearance?
Lee, this Sunday I'll likely be birthday-lunching with my mom (though I can try to push it earlier -- how late will your thang be running?), but in any case we owe each other a meander through Shopping Land some weekend, so I will definitely sometime take you up on it.