Seriously. I have Post Office Panic. I get there and start to shake and lose my brain and then I have to run away. Bad for shipping things, I tell you what.
Awww, I'd mail stuff for you Ple. And I'd drive Jilli around too.
Now, I can hold a note for a long time...actually I can hold a note forever. But eventually that's just noise. It's the change we're listening for. The note coming after, and the one after that. That's what makes it music.
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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.
DavidS - Dec 21, 2006 7:31:44 am PST #6801 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
JZ - Dec 21, 2006 7:38:10 am PST #6802 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.
I got back from dropping Emmett off at school a little while ago, which was oddly satisfying. The more aware and interactive Matilda is, the more smitten he is -- he insisted on carrying her onto the playground so he could show her off to his friends. (Where he also introduced me! As his stepmom! He's never done that before! The exclamation points are out of control!)
Yesterday afternoon, when Matilda and I went to his day care to pick him up, the first words out of his mouth as soon as he saw us were "Can I hold her?" And as soon as I put her into his arms, she turned to squint at the new human holding her... and her face just lit up. Big huge eyes, big gummy smile, flapping arms. Saying with her whole person, head to toe, "It's you. It's you! I can't believe it!" It was heart-stopping, I tell you what.
I had an eBay dress all ready to mail today, and actually drove past the post office at 9 exactly and there was hardly any line, but Matilda chose that moment to wake up fully and realize: (a) Emmett was no longer in the car, and (b) SHE WAS HELLACIOUSLY STARVING. So we drove home instead, and she's spent the last 20 minutes simultaneously nursing and filling her diaper. The eBay dress lady will just have to wait one more day.
SuziQ - Dec 21, 2006 7:38:35 am PST #6803 of 10004
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I have Post Office Panic.
This is why I have a teenager. I made her ship my secret santa package for me.
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Dec 21, 2006 7:39:14 am PST #6804 of 10004
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
er..um... pardon the Xbox ignorance. What is Gamertag? I'll be playing up at ND's place. The profile name is omnisaudis or omnis_audis or omnis audis (can't remember if I put a flavor of space or not).
Omni, don't sweat it. I thought you were playing from your own Xbox. If you're playing on one of ND's, then it's his gamertags that count, and I already have those. I don't have SExM's, though.
I have Post Office Panic. I get there and start to shake and lose my brain and then I have to run away. Bad for shipping things, I tell you what.
Next year, drop them off here. I have no problem mailing extra stuff, I hit the PO so often.
§ ita § - Dec 21, 2006 7:40:46 am PST #6805 of 10004
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Not only is that phone ugly, it's really old. Oh, I'll pay for my phones, but if it's going to be through the nose I do it early.
Ginger - Dec 21, 2006 7:41:43 am PST #6806 of 10004
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I have Post Office Panic, plus a strange reluctance actually put a package together. I'd have to rent a teenager.
Pix - Dec 21, 2006 7:42:03 am PST #6807 of 10004
The status is NOT quo.
Pete is Way Too Excited about organizing his killing spree.
Aims - Dec 21, 2006 7:43:24 am PST #6808 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I have 5 packages that have to go out Priority Mail today. And I have no boxes. Blah.
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Dec 21, 2006 7:59:11 am PST #6809 of 10004
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
Pete is Way Too Excited about organizing his killing spree.
Nah, it's just so easy to overlook the little things like the gamertag - the only way for the players to actually hook up. That's not something I'd want to realize I'm missing on the day of the event.
Beverly - Dec 21, 2006 8:14:09 am PST #6810 of 10004
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Emmett is just gaining points all over the place. He's a good kid. And Matilda! Recognizing her sibling! How precocious. And precious.
I remain skeered of earthquakes. I'm not fond of tornadoes, hurricanes and floods, either, but there's something fundamentally *wrong* about the earth moving (other than, you know, "the earth moved" moments). Nothing remains to trust.
I bolted a cup of coffee before we ran errands, and while I was gone, StY drank my second cup. I was disappointed, but not enough to make more coffee. We finished off the last (okay, never say that, ever. Because you know when you do, it just means you forgot something) errand, and found a bonus. The person in charge of candy and chocolate buying picked up milk chocolate covered cherries for Mom and for himself. While we were out I spotted dark chocolate covered ones--not only that, but dark chocolate *mint* ones. I may expire from the combination of yumminess.
Also, I just boiled some eggs to have on hand for salads and things, and peeled and ate one still warm. It was perfect, the white completely firm and set, and the yolk still just barely orange and translucent. Yum! The others will be completely cooked by the time they're cool.