I said it in Natter, but it's worth repeating:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAIL!
And I myself will be wearing pink taffeta as chenille would not go with my complexion.
Giles ,'Touched'
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.
vw bug - Oct 06, 2006 5:19:10 am PDT #6242 of 10000
Mostly lurking...
brenda m - Oct 06, 2006 5:19:10 am PDT #6243 of 10000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
The dogs are taking over breakfast! It's got to be the first step in what I'm sure is an elaborate and not very well thought out plan for world domination. OTOH, better them than the cats.
WindSparrow - Oct 06, 2006 5:20:09 am PDT #6244 of 10000
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.
Did anyone else read PS I Love You? The main character was a girl who wanted to be a romance novelist, and she, her sister, and her Mom went to do some house sitting in Palm Springs. Where she met a guy and there was romance! and turmoil!
askye, dude, I did. I am still trying to repress it but that book refuses to be denied.
Wow, I read it too, ages and ages ago - yet I seem to have skipped askye's post. It was one of the first romance novels I read, probably 12 or 13 at the time. There was another one about a girl who goes for a makeover at some department store counter and catches the eye of some older teen boy who, because of the makeup thinks she is more his age, and likes her. He's in a band or something.
Happy Birthday, Sail!
askye - Oct 06, 2006 5:22:51 am PDT #6245 of 10000
Thrive to spite them
Cass -- his name was Paul Strobe. I can't remember the main character's name at all but I remember Paul Strobe. And that she had a bumper sticker that said "PS I Love You" which she put on her tri fold mirror (which she could tilt to look at the back of her hair) and her best friend (and everyone else) thought it just meant Palm Springs I Love You but she knew it really meant Paul Strobe I Love You....
...I probably read that book way more than I should have...
SuziQ - Oct 06, 2006 5:27:06 am PDT #6246 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Did anyone else read PS I Love You?
Yes. I had it memorized at some point and yet had blocked out all memory until the recent discussions here.
Lee - Oct 06, 2006 5:29:56 am PDT #6247 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Happy Birthday Sail!
Pets are silly.
Coffee me.
SailAweigh - Oct 06, 2006 5:35:52 am PDT #6248 of 10000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
::brushes all the glitter off, digs out vacuum cleaner::
Thank you for all the birthday happies! It is definitely going to be a good one. Except for having to go over to the DMV to renew my driver's license. Looooong lines. I'll take a book.
Cass - Oct 06, 2006 5:37:26 am PDT #6249 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
but she knew it really meant Paul Strobe I Love You....Yes!!!!!
...I probably read that book way more than I should have...I think I read it once. That was obviously more than enough.
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You know the saying that you "wouldn't know x if it bit you on the ass"? It did. Please to solve for x while I go find the cortisone cream and pop a Benedryl.
vw bug - Oct 06, 2006 5:39:45 am PDT #6250 of 10000
Mostly lurking...
I want to go to the fair. But I hab a code. But it's a nice day. And the fair ends on Monday.
Me=Sad.
Cass - Oct 06, 2006 5:41:00 am PDT #6251 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Sail. Which I meant to say earlier. Before I whined about being bit on the bum actually. But on my Maslow hierarchy, the Physiological steamrolled the Love/Belonging. Dumbass hierarchy. Your birthday is way more important than an itchy rump.