I guess you could slash D'Argo with Crais...but mostly I like him with Crichton. And D'Argo needs his slashing.

Hah!

I had wanted to go away this long weekend, but post-surgical dog cries in her sherpa bag -- it seems the stitches hurt her when she's all curled up.

Feh. Stoopidness of stitches.

I'm trying to get into hotmail and can't. My suspicion is that it is now too much for my dial-up with all it's upcoming bells and whistles. Oy.

Alright, I have to go to the place on the corner to check my email. Oy. There are messages in it and I suspect they relate to sacred brides maid duties.

Joe saw Joaquin Phoenix in the dream, or really?

Really truly. He was buying Red Bull and Gatorade. Joe was in line in front of him, wearing his "Xander Harris Saved the World" t-shirt and JP asked him about it. He never watched Buffy. Joe kind of freaked him out with the whole, "My wife is gonna kill me" bit, but Joe explained and then JP said, "Thank you. And tell her thank you."

If I had been there, I'd have called him "Leaf".

Poor Dallas! I'm glad all went well with the surgery though.

If you change your mind, I have a car for all of this month, so I can always zip up to Wilmington to get you whenever.

b) he still told her and us that her wrothful tale was boring to him. Mebbe the Python could have been applied without that part?

Though I'm not married, it would seem better to take a diplomatic tack and not actually tell one's spouse that they're (or the story they're telling) is *boring.* That's not the kindest thing to say.

In conclusion, I'm going swimming today in my cute new suit, which really does look killer on me. And I discovered, in trying it on and pulling out my measuring tape, that I have an 11-inch waist-hip differential. (A lot of that comes from belly fat, though, and not actual curviness of hips.) (Not that I'm not curvy. I curve all over.)

Who else thinks that Hec should have heard out his (rather pregnant) wrothful wife, even if the story was boring?

(sorry, that came out harsher than intended). Yay for Monty Python cures.

I did. I didn't say so immediately upon reading the post (because at the time I read it, I couldn't think of a way to say it that didn't involve being harsher than the above [which I read as 'playful' not harsh] and ending in something like, 'I should write a book').

And also, you know, because I'm always all JZ/Hec 4eva!!!!!!

Really truly

Wow.

Man. He's definitely one of those actors who I'd be completely incapable of failing to be a gibbering starstruck idiot at. (Well, probably pretty much all actors are, I dare say, if I found myself genuinely in the position of meeting them, but - man. Man. So much hottitude and adorability going on right there.)

I KNOW!!!

Liltyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!! You stopped by after I left! No fairs.

I am home now. It is okay.

My best friend called me in tears last night because they're on vacation, and her little sister's best friend, who may have borderline personality disorder and with whom her sister has an emotionally abusive relationship, has come along, and she just wants her sister back. Those aren't the kind of phone calls you ever want to get, but they're the kind best friends are for. Aims, can you take a packet of Buffista-ma and release it in Michigan for me? Thanks.