Your poor hubby, connie.
My husband is also the one who decided that he would no longer eat lamb -- the week before we headed for vacation in New Zealand.
That's my girl... That's my good girl.
Kaylee ,'Serenity'
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.
Sparky1 - Dec 08, 2006 8:41:47 am PST #4772 of 10004
Librarian Warlord
Connie Neil - Dec 08, 2006 8:43:50 am PST #4773 of 10004
brillig
He could eat ham, even though he was allergic to pork?
He wasn't allergic until he lost his gall bladder. Discovering the new allergy was very dramatic.
Connie Neil - Dec 08, 2006 8:44:56 am PST #4774 of 10004
brillig
Your poor hubby, connie.
I think the divine design staff was drunk the day they designed Hubby's DNA. A little too much "I know, let's throw this twist in there, too!"
Laura - Dec 08, 2006 8:45:40 am PST #4775 of 10004
Our wings are not tired.
Mom tells me that our family's Suzi is weak but improving. Cautious optimism.
brenda m - Dec 08, 2006 8:47:44 am PST #4776 of 10004
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
Cripes, connie. You two sure pissed someone off in a past life.
SuziQ - Dec 08, 2006 8:50:21 am PST #4777 of 10004
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
That is wonderful news Laura.
Connie Neil - Dec 08, 2006 8:53:38 am PST #4778 of 10004
brillig
You two sure pissed someone off in a past life.
I hope we enjoyed it.
Atropa - Dec 08, 2006 9:33:20 am PST #4779 of 10004
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Steph, that is just a silly question.
Are they batplates? Then yes, she needs them.
It's like saying, "Hey Jilli! I have a black victorian lace trimmed Johnny Depp in just your size. Do you need one?"
Okay, this made me chortle helplessly. The Empress is correct.
After skimming like a mad thing, I'm just going to offer hugs, chocolate, and unspecified ~ma to everyone and anyone. Then I'm going to go brew a pot of tea, because my throat is all scratchy after shrieking my head off at a concert last night. Plei is a very good friend, and didn't laugh too much at my fangirl squeeing and carrying on.
JZ - Dec 08, 2006 9:57:36 am PST #4780 of 10004
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Back from work -- it's going to be very, very easy. I'm going in on Monday to get a laptop I can use from home or from one of the cush'n'cozy reading rooms at the campus library for an hour or so a day, with Matilda cozy in the Baby Björn or the bouncy seat. Woot!
Now, off to take pictures of all my dresses. Of which there are many, exactly none of which zip up past more than about the bottom two ribs of my ribcage.
DCJensen - Dec 08, 2006 9:58:53 am PST #4781 of 10004
All is well that ends in pizza.
Where I grew up, Pigs in a Blanket was the dough wrapped hot dogs, with crescent rolls replacing the dough in some households.
The bacon showed up as a variant, usually in the ones with the dough.
I seem to recall Pillsbury advertising PiaB in one of their commercials in the 70's.