Irises are hard to mess up, as long as you divide them every couple of years and plant them just under the surface of the soil. Every once in a while they will have a fit of "just up and died" disease, but otherwise they're right up there with daylilies.
Anybody can be a prop class clown.
Xander ,'Touched'
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.
Ginger - Aug 18, 2006 2:24:30 pm PDT #9306 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
JenP - Aug 18, 2006 2:25:03 pm PDT #9307 of 10001
Ooooh, JenP. Hold on, I'll be right there.
Awesome! There's plenty to share.
Ooh, Kristin and billytea are being saucy!
WindSparrow - Aug 18, 2006 2:33:21 pm PDT #9308 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
I am holding a purring Harvey cat. This is the best relaxation technique ever. We are jointly sending purr-vibes to all Bitches who want them.
victor infante - Aug 18, 2006 2:46:40 pm PDT #9309 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
That's right. We've forsaken ND and Wallybee and are...watching television together!
Ah, is that what the kids are calling it these days?
Connie Neil - Aug 18, 2006 2:49:37 pm PDT #9310 of 10001
brillig
Gah. I have to be up all night tomorrow night, and I don't know how to prep. I'm not much for naps during the day, but I know I won't make it till 6 AM at work--much less drive home!--without some sort of sleep savings. I know I'm going to hit the bed as soon as I get home Sunday morning, but I suspect 4 AM is going to roll around and I'll be asleep on my desk.
billytea - Aug 18, 2006 2:50:16 pm PDT #9311 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Ah, is that what the kids are calling it these days?
No, the kids are calling it 'screeching like wild monkeys'. I think they're just doing it to annoy me.
victor infante - Aug 18, 2006 2:51:12 pm PDT #9312 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
No, the kids are calling it 'screeching like wild monkeys'. I think they're just doing it to annoy me.
Poor monkeys. No one understands their pain.
billytea - Aug 18, 2006 2:55:40 pm PDT #9313 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Poor monkeys. No one understands their pain.
What's to understand? "Well, that's what happens when you stick your fingers in the light socket, it hurts."
Scrappy - Aug 18, 2006 4:11:52 pm PDT #9314 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Connie, when my ex-worked on a fishing boat, the captain used to chew licorice on late night watches. He hated the stuff, so it kept him awake. Maybe a flavor of gum you dislike, to pop in at 4am?
sj - Aug 18, 2006 5:28:13 pm PDT #9315 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Jumping over just over 500 posts to say, Teacup Guy and I are home from Cape Cod. We had a wonderful time, and I will try to catch up here as soon as possible. In the meantime, hugs and ~ma to all who need them.