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.
Cash, I forgot to send you virtual hugs. Were I at all closer I would babysit or dogsit or anything you needed.
Tell Emmett that the ability to turn into a wolf comes from within.
Things Raq's DH Should Not Say To Her
BWAHAHAHA!!! Those are great. Want to know how many of them I've heard? (Hint: "That's what you get for spending your childhood outdoors in New Mexico." "Wow, that's an unattractive photo." "Would you quit getting your hair cut?")
(And while I don't think my DH would ever say the last one to me, I have a friend who said almost exactly that to his wife. And is somehow still married.)
He's a diplomat, right? How long have you two been married? Are you the only female he's ever met?
Only between 8-5 and with foreign governments. Long enough to know better. And yesterday he said, "Well, I can't really judge [topic] since I'm in a long-term committed same-sex relationship."
Getting off the topic of Me and Clueless Caliperman, the topic we were discussing is: Men try to make women laugh. Women say they want a guy who has a sense of humor and/or can make them laugh. But it doesn't work the other way around. Why not? (Adjusted for American culture, since I don't think the first two sentences apply in most cultures)
Jilli, Mal has been working on animal noises - Arf! Meow! Ribbit! - and has been demanding to know what bunnies say. I've been going with "MWAH-HA-HA." Any suggestions?
ME: Right. Piss me off and give me a sharp object. You must have gotten A's in diplomat school.
Cashmere, I'm sorry.
IOmememeN, I got one hell of a haircut yesterday. I had been lazy and let my hair grow for a little bit, because it was behaving well and being nicely curly, etc. But then it got too unruly, and the super-dry winter air was making it not curl.
Before.
After.
I *love* it, but it's a bit of a shock to get used to. That was a LOT of hair gone. The Boy, despite being a lover of longer hair on women, very wisely said "It's pretty!"
LOVE the hair Steph.
Also?
I'm coming and stealing that dress.
And yesterday he said, "Well, I can't really judge [topic] since I'm in a long-term committed same-sex relationship."
Goober.
Clueless Caliperman
LOVE! Oh, if I knew how to do graphic stuff, there would be a cape and T-shirts available at Cafe Press.
Jilli, Mal has been working on animal noises - Arf! Meow! Ribbit! - and has been demanding to know what bunnies say. I've been going with "MWAH-HA-HA." Any suggestions?
Chris used to ask that about giraffes, as they were his favorite. I finally decided to make him laugh, because he wasn't accepting, "They don't talk," as an answer.
I'd say, "The cat says, 'meow'. The dog says, 'arf'. The cow says, 'moo'. The giraffe says..." Then, I'd open my mouth. Clamp it tight, in a really obvious way, wait a beat, look around, then say, "The frog says, 'ribbit', the sheep says, 'baaa'." Etc. He got it, and laughed, and stopped asking.
Jilli, Mal has been working on animal noises - Arf! Meow! Ribbit! - and has been demanding to know what bunnies say. I've been going with "MWAH-HA-HA." Any suggestions?
"MWAH-HA-HA" is good. "Minion!" would be another thing to try.
Oooh, that is a pretty haircut, Teppy.
Teppy! Your hair is faboo!
I'm coming and stealing that dress.
It's actually just a shirt. HAHAHA!!! I have foiled your plan of theft by wearing separates!!!
You look great, Teppy. Not just your hair, either. You're just looking very pretty in both those pictures.
OrthoNeuro is up there, too, and they're also very good in the back-fixing area.
That's where I'm going. Which makes me feel good about that choice. I know it's fixable--which is also good. It's the wearing-down-grinding-chronicness of this thing that is just unbelievably shitty.
Thanks, everyone for the support. I hate to whinge because I know there are folks that function with chronic pain a lot worse than mine. The kids keep me going and in spite of the pain, I still pretty much enjoy every day I have with them.
The temperature is pushing 60 degrees here. Even though it keeps threatening to sprinkle, I brought the kids outside. My brother cleaned up the yard for me on Saturday, so I just set Owen loose and Liv's in the exersaucer having a cracker while I sit on the patio furniture and watch them. I feel like I'm turning them into shut-ins, too. Since I can't even make it around the block pushing the stroller anymore.
