"smite." (Triple word score.)
That would make sense as I usually say, "smite smite smite".
ION, I do not have enough batting to finish this damned quilt tonight.
GRRRRRR.
You know what they say about payback? Well I'm the bitch.
Fred ,'Life of the Party'
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.
Aims - Dec 28, 2006 7:16:32 pm PST #7843 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Pix - Dec 28, 2006 7:18:50 pm PST #7844 of 10004
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Yes, we're participating in a Scrabble-n-post. This may be a new low.
Daisy, I meant to say earlier that I am so so sorry about your loss; Cash, I hope all is well with the DH; Plei, I'm sorry about the bloody nose...there's more but it's my turn. It sounds like everyone is having a rough night. Hugs all around.
NoiseDesign - Dec 28, 2006 7:21:13 pm PST #7845 of 10004
Our wings are not tired
I just scored 18 points by putting down one tile and spelling the words "if" and "of", I'm pretty happy with that.
Cass - Dec 28, 2006 7:21:51 pm PST #7846 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Scrabble is an awesome game. Spent many hours playing with 3 last time I was there. Many of them drunken. Drunken Scrabble makes for fun words. Who knew.
DCJensen - Dec 28, 2006 7:22:49 pm PST #7847 of 10004
All is well that ends in pizza.
Andi and I have decided we are each other's social cues helper monkey.
Aims - Dec 28, 2006 7:23:58 pm PST #7848 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
{{{Daisy}}} It is so hard to lose anyone. I lost my Poppa last year and damn it sucks.
Cash, I hope DH is ok.
LILY! Stop wounding your mother. This type of behavior will not get you a decent car when you are 16. We mothers hold on to shit beyond your first pair of Robeez and your first report card. You *will* be denied some privelege down the road because you had an unfourtunate pooping accident when you were 4. Guaranteed. My own mother still won't let me have a bedside lamp in any room I sleep in due to a mitten on a lightbulb when I was 3. Watch yourself, luv.
Pix - Dec 28, 2006 7:26:17 pm PST #7849 of 10004
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Scrabble is also excellent distraction when fretting about a family member's health. We're pretty worried about ND's mom given how poor her health is under regular circumstances, so playing Scrabble seemed like a good idea. And as it's causing laughter and silliness? I'm counting it a win.
WindSparrow - Dec 28, 2006 7:26:18 pm PST #7850 of 10004
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
{{{{{Daisy Jane}}}}}}
{{{{{ND}}}}}}
{{{{{{Ever'body}}}}}}
WindSparrow - Dec 28, 2006 7:28:28 pm PST #7851 of 10004
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Andi and I have decided we are each other's social cues helper monkey.
Please, no comments about the hot monkey lovin'.
Cass - Dec 28, 2006 7:29:07 pm PST #7852 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Mom still doesn't trust me with laundry. I left a crayon in my pocket when I was wee and ruined a load of laundry. Still doesn't trust me.