I wish I were working the assembly line in a shit factory.
A man walks down the street in that hat, people know he's not afraid of anything.
Wash ,'The Message'
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.
NoiseDesign - Dec 25, 2006 11:26:12 am PST #7224 of 10004
Our wings are not tired
Pix - Dec 25, 2006 11:27:15 am PST #7225 of 10004
The status is NOT quo.
Get out of the house. Run away.
NoiseDesign - Dec 25, 2006 11:27:58 am PST #7226 of 10004
Our wings are not tired
Dinner is apparently cooking. I will try to escape after that.
Strix - Dec 25, 2006 11:32:46 am PST #7227 of 10004
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I had to sleep curled up like a shrimp on a cracker last night -- loveseat in the computer room!
Mmm. That's all I got.
Drink. I KNOW you have a flask. Use it, KiltyMan.
Strix - Dec 25, 2006 11:32:52 am PST #7228 of 10004
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
NoiseDesign - Dec 25, 2006 11:35:17 am PST #7229 of 10004
Our wings are not tired
The last thing I want to be is drunk around these lunatics.
Laura - Dec 25, 2006 11:56:13 am PST #7230 of 10004
Our wings are not tired.
Storm has been weathered, with only one person sobbing on the porch and one getting a severe talking-to.
I probably need the talking to part. I've been meltdown city today. I even had DH call his family and tell them not to come to dinner. Then I later had him call them back and say to come again.
t basketcase mode The whole thing has been too much. I've had to beg, plead, and bribe the kids to get the little decorating done. I'm tired of year after year doing everything. Decorating, cooking, cleaning, shopping. Then this morning, shock and so not surprise, not even a single present for mom. Nope, not one, only the stuff I got for myself, and even some of that gone. I had bought orange juice and champagne for myself to have a Christmas morning mimosa. Kids drank my orange juice. I really could go on and on. But I still have chores to do. Whatever. Next year, I'm going somewhere and being waited on. t /end whiney whine
DavidS - Dec 25, 2006 11:57:35 am PST #7231 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
ND, do I get a vote? I vote you don't go spend the holidays with your family next year.
You spend it with Kristin and make yourself happy. You can fly your nieces (and nephews?) out to see you in LA and take them to Disney Land. Everybody's happy!
If I had a vote, that is. Which I recognize that I do not.
DavidS - Dec 25, 2006 11:59:17 am PST #7232 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Then this morning, shock and so not surprise, not even a single present for mom. Nope, not one
What? Outrageous family foul! DH should be riding heard on them on this at least.
Strix - Dec 25, 2006 12:00:20 pm PST #7233 of 10004
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Your kids didn't buy a present for you, Laura???!!! Oh, my god, I'll kick their asses myself. SHAME on them; I mean SHAME. You always get your mom something, even if you must make it from your own body parts.