'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
IOBeerN, I just dropped a bottle of beer on the floor. Turns out they open nicely when you do this. Drenched the floor and much of me in beer. Good thing I hadn't cleaned the kitchen sink yet. Still, I expect my house to smell like a brewery tomorrow when mom comes.
And now theirs 98 bottles of beer on the wall?
They're pre-empting Bones for that craptacular remake of "Cheaper by the Dozen"???
Good reason to write fic tonight.
This may be a little late to vote, vw, but I think both 4 and 6 are charming.
And now theirs 98 bottles of beer on the wall?Nine in the fridge, actually.
Twelve bottles of beer in the fridge. One drunked previously. Eleven bottles of beer in the fridge. One crashed to the floor. Ten bottles of beer in the fridge. One going in my tummy. Nine bottles of beer in the fridge...
I think I am braving one last trip of stuff out of the house and one last trip of stuff in from the car and then I am done (barring swapping out laundry and lying on heating pads) for the day.
Man, building a roaring fire in the fireplace really is one of life's great pleasures, isn't it? Am happy now. Wish I had more wood, though. And a shirtless Jensen Ackles to keep warm in front of the roaring fire.
Dude, the last hour gave me shirtless, wet, in glasses, and crying.
It was Ackles overload. I may not recover. I may not WANT to recover.
And, if I get Drew Barrymore. All to myself.
I think you can probably beat out the stalkerdocumentarian.
Aimee might be tougher.
Hee.
I've finally discovered something that has killed the bug in my ass and drastically improved my mood:
Prince, Beyonce, and dancing.
Quick, someone remind me why I agree to host a Thanksgiving party every year?
... oh my god, the dust. I mean, I know we're terrible kinda lax housekeepers, but still. Dust! And cat fur! Everywhere.
Man, building a roaring fire in the fireplace really is one of life's great pleasures, isn't it?It really is. I just started mine.
Have fetched and ferried all that will happen today. Trying to convince Puppycat that the heated grain pack on my back would be nice to lie on instead of her headbutting my side. She likes the warm but she is stupid.