I tore it up. I wish I were a better person, but I'm not.
'A Hole in the World'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
I went into the living room to check on Emmett before I herded him to the tub. They're watching Wallace and Gromit plus Wererabbit.
At first I couldn't spot the baby. She wasn't in the basket, and she wasn't attached to JZ's breast like the limpet she is. No, she was all aswim in a big pink blanket in Emmett's lap, contentedly flailing her arms and making the occasional grunt of communication. (As opposed to one of her more assertive grunts or cries of complaint.)
She's very content in his lap, and he's happy to watch her go crosseyed, and then kiss her tiny little fist.
I tore it up. I wish I were a better person, but I'm not.Burning it is also very therapeutic. IJS.
Welcome to SF, meara. I hope the visit is pleasant and relaxing for you.
I think I'll dance it out.
Hi Meara - waves from the East Bay.
I have a paper to write and a suitcase to pack. I just want to sleep.
Thanks guys! So far, so good...though already dangerous on my wallet. :) Luckily, the food and transport from here on should be on the company...it's just if I want other things (and oh, do I want other things!) that I need to pay...
Also, Tom opened up a bottle of his much labored over homebrew porter and it was FANTASTIC. I think another week of bottle conditioning will really get those smokey notes transformed into something really special.
Oh, YUM. And Guh. And t jealous .
I was just remembering the Thanksgiving at Tom and Nora's! Good times. Also, Scrabble. And excellent food.
I've had a whirlwind vacation, including three new pieces of furniture, more of my belongings transported here, a Chaplin film with symphony accompaniment, and the Barber of Seville. I'm kind of exhausted and could use a weekend.
Oops.
Happy birthday, DJ!
Your friend doesn't know what happens to the card once you've gotten it. So you're in a petty kind of mood--ride it out without shame. No blood, no foul.