"So, um, what happened here, ma'am?"
"Brenda got drunk and shot the cat. ::small shrug:: It happens..."
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"So, um, what happened here, ma'am?"
"Brenda got drunk and shot the cat. ::small shrug:: It happens..."
I really want to quit Saturday job.
But, I don't feel that I can.
So damned tired.
Slllluuuut.
Booohng.
I just had to read way too much material on the NY State math curriculum. (Basically, rather than Algebra I, Geometry, Algebra II for a year each, they have Math A for a year and a half and Math B for a year and a half. It ends up covering pretty much the same material, but not in the same order, and there are a few topics, mostly things like set theory that other states threw out with the rest of "New Math," that they still teach.) After looking through it, it actually seems like a more coherent curriculum than the standard one, but it's a pain for those of us working with just one NY kid in a class of mostly NJ kids for the summer.
Okay, I just skipped a beer bottle cap across the dog's back. Lengthwise! Three skips!
Does that mean I'm drunker than I thought, or not as?
I vote drunker, brenda.
sj, I'm so sorry for your loss.
Kristin, I totally would have tagged that myself, except I only have one quality out of the three.
Does that mean I'm drunker than I thought, or not as?It means you have an incredibly patient dog. And that you should take pictures and then post them.
Well, I can't get any haircut pics that I like, though maybe I can ask someone tonight.
Meantime, Lucy models her new tag: [link]
(One of the phone numbers on her old was no longer valid, and I finally got around to replacing with a souped up model today. Um, before the dranking.)
OMG, two seriously cute guys just came to the door looking for their lost cat. (Lost in the building, they hope.) Of course, I look like ass since I haven't started getting ready to go out, and my place is a sty. Dammit. No one ever comes to my door. At least Lucy's cute. Seriously, look at the picture. That has to help.
Oh, and in my 'hood I have to specify - two not apparently gay guys. Double damn.