Drew hanging up the phone and saying, "What? I have no boundaries!" is one of my favorites.
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
Getting that phone call still ranks in my top ten moments ever, so we're all even here.
Amy, don't the legs take longer to cook, anyway, than the breast? Isn't that why one fears the dry breastessess at Thanksgiving? Or something?
Oh, you guys, Buffista ~ma is like magic, or something!
I misunderstood my dad about what exactly he was having done today (which isn't unusual, b/c he frequently tells me the wrong procedure/medication/movie title/etc.). He was having an angiogram, to determine if there was blockage that needed to be opened. *He* said it was an angioplasty to open up blockage, just because he assumed that there must be blockage, b/c there always is.
So the doctor does the angiogram, to see what's the sitch in the vein graft. Result: NO BLOCKAGE.
Dude. No fucking blockage in my Dad's stubborn, recalcitrant vein graft!!! So no angioplasty. So he's home already.
Unfuckingbelievable, in the very best way. Woot!
Thanks thanks THANKS for the cardiac~ma!
Yay Teppy's dad!
Yay Teppy's dad.
Also, look at me! Online at home! Yay, work computer!!
Can I get a teeny bit of -ma? I might get to do something really freakin' cool for work, but it's a slim chance (I'm really not the logical person to do it, but it might be a lot cheaper to have me do it, and they know I *want* to...). So...
Woo hoo for Teppy's dad.
And cool thing at work-ma for Meara.
~ma for meara.
And Yay! for Teppy's Dad!
too. much. information.
eyes breakfast
Yes. This.
Belated birthday wishes for Nicole, Yay for Matilda sounding like she's having a better day now, and Welcome to Delurking Fern!
(Not sure if you're First Time Delurking, as my presence here is now so erratic, but you're new to me, at any rate. How did you come to find us?)
Yay for no blockage! Awesome news, Tep.
Amy, don't the legs take longer to cook, anyway, than the breast? Isn't that why one fears the dry breastessess at Thanksgiving? Or something?
The turkey had to go back into the oven. Stephen assures me it wasn't my fault -- the oven really is temperamental, and he doesn't think it heats correctly. Therefore, I should have had the temperature up higher. So we had pizza.
And I don't know from breast meat -- I'm a drumstick girl all the way.