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.
Concur on the haircut and blouse admiration. Both very fetching.
The DH will say "You look really bad in that picture" as he deletes it from his cache, but since he also says "You look beautiful in this picture" just as often, it doesn't sting so much. Of course I think I look hideous in EVERY picture, so I'm no judge.
See? Why do they do that? I suspect it is so they can sell camisoles.
you know the other thing that they do that I hate? Not having the buttons go all the way to the top. Sometimes, I want to button my shirt all the way up. Maybe I'm wearing a scarf, maybe I just don't want my boobs to fall out, but I want to decide how much to button my own )&&$^#%& shirt.
I couldn't see a blouse due to the BLINDING HOTTITUDE of Teppy.
Also, I dig the haircut.
What I find particularly unnerving is doctors who don't laugh.
I have a theory about these folks. I think it's helpful, especially for surgeons, to not be too empathic.
Cash, there are people on the board in chronic pain. There are people on the board with sick animals. There are people on the board with toddlers. I think you're the only one who's hit the trifecta.
Yeah, you over-achiever.
So, anyone have any suggestions for what to get as stocking stuffers for 9 men and women in their early 20s, any of whom could kill me with their pinky, all of whom have disparate interests? Maybe I'll just get each Marine at the embassy an orange and some nuts.
Teppy, you look so happy. You're always gorgeous, but not only is the haircut fabulous, but you look glowingly happy.
What I find particularly unnerving is doctors who don't laugh.
Oh, I hate that. Especially since I totally use humor to get through the icky stuff. Last Wednesday, when I had the icky girly test, we got all done, and I said, "So, where do I sign up to do this again next week?" The doc looked at me like I was crazy for a sec, then he laughed a good laugh. I like that in a doctor.
So, anyone have any suggestions for what to get as stocking stuffers for 9 men and women in their early 20s, any of whom could kill me with their pinky, all of whom have disparate interests?
You could get them these and make them wear them on their pinkies.
Might cut down on the killing capability.
TEP!! So pretty! Love the new hair!
I don't mind so much if my surgeons and their ilk don't laugh - it's a high-stakes environment. However, I had a PT once who didn't laugh and who was weirded out by the fact that I laugh when I'm in pain (better than throwing punches, I say). That wasn't a good working relationship.
Concurring with all the right thinking folks, Teppy. That haircut is awesome. Mainly because it isn't the first thing I see when I look at you. The first thing I see are your eyes, which are so beautiful. Then I see the sassy do. Which tells me that it is a really, really flattering cut. Guys who just want HAIR are stooopit.
I'm used to having to say "I'm kidding," or "that was a joke"
Life among the hooples.
ooh, my Hill Street disks should be in the mail today...party like it's 1982.(Although I didn't see 'em till 1990. Syndication, bless you)
So, anyone have any suggestions for what to get as stocking stuffers for 9 men and women in their early 20s, any of whom could kill me with their pinky, all of whom have disparate interests?
String doll gang keychains! Fun and practical.
Special for Cindy (or anybody needin' an afternoon cute baby fix)
girl twin
boy twin
Hmmm, I seem to have gone into Blue Whale mode where I'm walking around the kitchen with my mouth open and ingesting all the xmas treats like krill.
Same with me, except mostly in the Break Room/Green Room of the theatre where all the parents of the kids in A Christmas Carol (my current show at work) keep dropping off inordinate amounts of candy and delicious baked goods. Dammit.
Holiday kitchen grazing is a dangerous seasonal behavior.