Oh, lord, Erin. What a nightmare. What a bloody nightmare.
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
Erin, T & S will need you after the funeral, on a random Saturday, to find a reason to walk out in some sunshine. Don't feel guilty about not being able to go.
Oh Erin. I am so, so sorry.
Erin, my deepest sympathy to your friends. I'm so sorry.
Erin, that is so awful. Poor parents, poor baby.
I'm so sorry, Erin. (And Sparky is wise.)
Now, I know that the whole point of the Amazon Gold Box is to offer you special deals on things realted to other things that you have purchased in the past.
However.
I think it should be based on what's on your own wish list.
Why?
Because it's quite annoying to have to weed through all of the Terry Pratchett novels, books on Celtic mythology, guides on how to be a Good Wicca, only to realize that you have missed the opportunity to buy tht red Prada wallet you always wanted at a huge discount.
I think it should be based on what's on your own wish list.
I wonder why it's not. That seems to be the most sensible way to ensure that you'll actually want something in there.
I had Prilosec in my Gold Box. What does that say about me? Dear heavens.
In continuation of my internet flirtations, I have a date right now. Wish me luck.
ETA: I skipped to post this, natch. Busy day. Shall try to catch up later.