'Smile Time'
[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.
Oh, Kristin, shall I pinch your bum to make you feel better? Sometimes I can't help but hate Scrabble.
Hi, Maria! I'm up because I had a nap attack earlier today. At least that's what I'm blaming. What about you?
My sleep schedule has been tossed upside down since last weekend, which exacerbates the existing insomnia. I'm not going to try and fight it right now. Working from home this week gives me a little flexibility.
Well, I think I'm going to try sleeping again. 'Night, all.
Night Bev! Maria, I'm always game for a little bum-pinching, but I think it will have to wait. I'm pretty sleepy myself, and who knows if we'll have to get up early tomorrow to head down to SD.
*yawn*
Sleep well, Bitches. Sweet dreams.
MFNLaw: Nuh-uh. No fair. I suspect someone used one yesterday, as it was a word I didn't recognize.
Pietro, sei proprio adorabile. Vorrei pizzicare le guance. (Pete, I'll bet you can't figure out which one is the Dread Word A---ble.)
Edit: Sleep well everyone. Kristin, I hope that everything works out for the both of you.
Omnis: ON THE LIST.O shit. somehow I don't think that's the Christmas Card list. Seriously, I don't know.
Omnis; it's the Fragging List for you!
Night all.
The cat has pissed on another piece of furniture (one he had pooped on the day before), perhaps ruining it. He's used his litterbox between that time and hitting the upstairs guest bed on Christmas Eve, but I'm worried this is becoming a pattern. There's not much of the house I can shut off from him.
I'm taking him to the vet today to see if there's something organically wrong. Right now, the poor little guy is locked in the bathroom, and I'm torn between being worried sick for him and being furious over the wrecked furniture.
I am just heartsick about this because I don't know if there's a good solution to what's going on.
{{Daisy Jane}} I'm so sorry. Peace to you all.
TCG and I had a very nice dateiversary yesterday. I am now in possession of a gift certificate to the beauty shop, so I can get my nails done with black nail polish for New Years Eve.
Catching up from yesterday afternoon. So many hugs to give:
{{{Daisy Jane}}} Your grandfather sounds like he is an amazing man; I am so sorry he is sick. ~ma to you and to your family.
{{{Sara}}} AmyLiz, I hope she is feeling better today.
{{{SA}}} I hope you weren't hurt too badly. I'm glad the computer is ok.
{{{Cash's DH}}} Calm~ma to him.
{{{ND}}} Tons of ~ma to your mom.
I have registered as a potential volunteer for the 2007 All-Star game which will be in SF next year. Who knows if I'll get picked, but that would be a blast!
Suzi! Best of luck with this. That would be so much fun for you.
I've heard people get tired of pasta, bread and cheese, but I'm having trouble coming to terms with it. I guess I'll have to go to Italy.
I never did, nor gelato, nor amazingly fresh fish, nor fantastic wine. Note to self: Must get back to Italy soon.
a random Christmas song ND didn't even know he owned (which included the line, "Here comes fatty with a sack of shit and all those stinkin' reindeer")
I've got that one! "Fatty Claus" by Rudolph and the Gang. It's from the John Waters xmas collection.