Buffy ,'Beneath You'
[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'm sathinks on aim and yahoo.Mightn't I steal the info as well? I had this massively random fic question a while back and Plei was all not around.
Though come to think of it, I think I lost my AIM creds and I have likely lost my contacts there. But that is an issue entirely separate. I just watched a good vid of a bad old ship and so my heart is all fussy and doing jazz hands.
Yes, of course! That's not a problem at all. And I will happily assist in any fic queries. I'm like the lycos dog when it comes to fic. We both are in search of boxers. (Or something.)
And I will happily assist in any fic queries. I'm like the lycos dog when it comes to fic. We both are in search of boxers. (Or something.)Oh, never mind then. I'm still partial to boxer briefs.
And, my smartassness removed for a moment, thanks! I'm Cass_404 on Yahoo and I have no idea on AIM anymore.
Gronk, and ugh.
I have just achieved the next degree of the Masonic society known as parenthood. I got projectile-vomited on.
Midnight, just snuggling in with husband and cat, when we hear the rather unpleasant sound of lots of fluid hitting the wall. Then there was choking and crying and so I hustle in to comfort the baby...who puts his arms up and barfs all over me. From like a meter away.
Summarizing the rest of the night, I'm exhausted, the DH got the worst task of cleanup, and Mal is happy and perky.
Oh hon. That's so miserable. I'm so, so sorry. But at least Mal's feeling better.
Oh, poor Raq! I'm so sorry, honey.
Wait until you see projectile shitting.
Bubbles. Ouch.
As Natalie Wood learned the hard way.
You know, SA, you can make hash browns even in blighty. Or Ireland. They do have potatoes over there.
Today is the first Friday in weeeeeeeeeks that I haven't flown to California. It's bliss.
Yay! Not traveling after lots o' traveling can be wonderful. Also, yay to Kittenish and Puppycat for having you home!
Welcome home, vw. I'm sure Toto will get over being cross and will be wildly thrilled to have you home before long.
Somehow, New Year's Eve seems way too long to wait for fizzy wine when there are such lovely cans to be had. I may have to see if they are available in town.
And I see IM names. Hmm.
My last post took too long, and I missed your post Raq. That sounds like no fun for anyone involved. I hope all feel better soon.
I remember watching the projectile vomiting scene in Parenthood when I was in junior high or high school. I told my dad that I didn't like it because it was so unrealistic. At which point he told me he loved it because it was so realistic. I didn't really believe him for years.
Also, yay to Kittenish and Puppycat for having you home!They are pleased. Kittenish is nearly overweight thanks to an amazing vet and the Magic Tuna Bowl. Puppycat has stopped chirping every other second and is finally relaxing that Other Critters are around and not 'bandoning her. It's good to be home. Except for the laundry needing to be done and the recyclables that need to be taken out.
Somehow, New Year's Eve seems way too long to wait for fizzy wine when there are such lovely cans to be had. I may have to see if they are available in town.You should never wait for fizzy wine. There are cute stoppers to retain the fizz if you need. Drink fizzy wine now! It's a good thing.
And I see IM names. Hmm.Please to note mine.