I love my Bitch blanket. It is the warmest, toastiest, huggablest thing EVAH. And AmyLiz made it just for me.
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.
Happy Birthday, Em! Can't believe it has been two years. Two years ago today, billytea, Debet and I were at the zoo. Buying yr pandaz. ::thinks:: Sorry, about that.
((AmyLiz and Stephen)) Bastards.
Kittenish is sitting by the Magic Tuna Bowl looking hopeful. Sucker. (Sadly, in this scenario? *I* am the sucker cause I usually give her some.)
Is it a Magic Tuna Bowl or a Magic Make The Monkey Jump Bowl?
And AmyLiz made it just for me.
Aw! I love mine, too. Actually, I usually have to fight the kids for it. Debet made mine.
I'm going to my writing group tonight, because honestly I need out of the house. I'm just hoping one of them magically decided it was Tequila! Writing Night!
AmyLiz! Quick! Give me the number! I'll make sure it's Tequila night! {{{Amy and Stephen}}}
Happy Birthday to Emeline!!!!
Happy Belated Birthday to Sara!!!!
Is it a Magic Tuna Bowl or a Magic Make The Monkey Jump Bowl?A little bit of both actually...
Tequila!Writing Night sounds like exactly what you need, Amy.
You should show up with tequila and announce that one of them gets to take you home.
Well, to your home.
Bought myself cashmere socks.
Oh. my. good. ness.
joins group grope
I'm so, so sorry, sweets. May Stephen find something immediately (if not sooner) that pays big $$$ and allows you and your family to move to wherever you please.
What she said - and may the new big $$$ job be in Florida. Hey, I'm selfish.
Happy Birthday Emeline!
Happy Birthday Sara!
{{AmyLiz and DH}}
Hope I haven't missed anyone.
Also, ow. I was trying to find something to make for dinner, and searching through my cabinets for pasta. I always have pasta, but I couldn't see any. I saw a bag in the back that I thought might be some, so I stood on a chair to try to reach it. Still had to stretch, and just as I grabbed the bag, something in my shoulder decided it didn't want to stretch quite that far. Pulled a muscle or something. Very ow.
Also? The bag turned out to be rice. (Why do I have about 5 pounds of rice and no pasta?)