Buffy ,'Showtime'
[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.
I keep threatening to take M ice-skating at the Embarcadero rink before they take it down. He was surprised that I know how to skate, until I reminded him that I am More Northerly Than Him.
Rollerskating was a HUGE part of my pre-teen life. We'd (my parents, my parents' friends, and the assorted kids) drive out to Polar Rink in North Pole, bring a lunch, and skate all day. And in elementary school, we'd have ice-skating during recess (when it was warm enough to let us out).
Well, if my experience is any indication Aims, faux Docs suck.
I really only need 'em for Michigan.
Why are Docs so spendy?
Because they last for years and years and are hella comfy (if you have the right foot shape). They are worth the investment, IMB(oots)O.
::tries to wrap poor global-warming-ized brain around "warm enough to skate"::
::head go boom::
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SQUEEEEEE!
ND and I just exchanged gifts. I got him two verra nice single malts (Aims, you need to share the story of their delivery), and he got me a HUGE box of Lush products, the Pirates of the Carribean Life game, and...THIS!!! (Jilli, please don't kill me and steal it...I promise you can come visit!) It's #392 of 1000. SQUEE!
These are the ones I want:
Now that you mention it, this Amy wants them too.
eta: Kristin, that's fabulous. It should have its own F2F.
K - it was SO EFFING HARD to keep a straight face or exchange a "look" with Drew last night when you were talking about that statue.
Hee! You were such a good secret-keeper! I'm so proud of you!
Aims, you need to share the story of their delivery.
Ok.
The boxes were delivered to my work on Friday during our Christmas party. My boss signed for them. I had no idea they were here (and, truth to tell, I had kinda forgotten).
I was sitting at my desk chatting with a couple of co-workers and my boss walks in with the boxes. He says, "Aimee, I am so sorry, but I opened one. I didn't look at the name on the front - I just figured someone was sending me a Christmas present. So .. uh .. here." And he hands me the boxes. He says to me, "You know, those are two VERY nice bottles of scotch. I had to quit buying it, but wow. THose, well, they ain't cheap." I told him they were a gift from my friend to her boyfriend, and he said, "Well, he's got a VERY nice girlfriend. I mean, VERY NICE. I know how much those bottles cost. VERY NICE." Then he handed me the card that was from Kristin.