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.
I think that Aimee's dress looks lovely, and far better than anything I could do. Sewing machines hate me. They take one look at me and decide to make all the bobbin thread into a big lump. I can hem, however, and that's a hell of a lot of heming. Surely there must be a less wearing iron on/glue alternative.
My plans for the day: Running errands
Nature's plan for the day: Tornado warnings
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V. glad to see Tep has a doctor appointment.
YAY to seeing smonster soon! Woot!
Screwy enough that I'm thinking of making a cape/train thing in the gold to cover up the back.
Aimee, my dear, while I'm not a professional, I've worked on costume crews. You've just described the whole secret of successful costuming.
That, and the judicious use of hot glue for emergency seam repair.
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Gorgeous dress, Aimee, and I'm in awe of your tackling the slippery slidey fabric. That's not easy.
Smonster! Hello, you.
That was nicely done, Cindy. Would you gently rap my knuckles when I do the same thing?
And Tep, I'm glad you got an appointment, and I will be waiting in *friendly concern* to hear what they have to say.
This just in: after several years of suggesting, offers to help, and yes, I admit, nagging, DH has decided it's time to clear clutter, indoors. Where has he chosen to start? The kitchen. What is he clearing? Everything he doesn't use. Which is? Everything I do use.
My conclusion: This means I never have to enter the kitchen again, right? All meals catered by him from now on?
Also? Storm-ma to Nicole (hi!) and why is it so frickin hot here? Short sleeves and furrowed brows--it looks like hurricane-coming weather out there.
Suz, is the small font so as not to spook me? You're adorable.
Thanks for the ~ma. This is soooo not Denver weather. We usually get the random snow fall and then the sun comes out and the snow goes away. This is Fargo weather. Or something. Whatever it is? I'm sick of it. Fuckers said we'd only get 1 - 3 inches and I woke up to another 6 inches of snow on the ground. And it's still snowing. Aaaargh! (Not Aaaarch, as originally typed.)
I can hem, however, and that's a hell of a lot of heming.
I can crochet. That's about it. And I'm very mediocre at that.
smonster! Are we still squeeing about FNL? Hell yes! I get to go home tonight and watch the new episode. (I know, bad fan, no biscuit.)
Sparky, good luck with the yard sale. I'd buy stuff if I was there.
Nicole, stay warm. Power~ma to you.
Hooray for doctors that return calls promptly! I hope it's easily fixable, Steph.
Now, who hid the coffee?
You've just described the whole secret of successful costuming.
Don't forget the 10-foot rule. Sets and costumes live & die by the 10-foot rule.
Aims, the dress looks verra pretty and much better than anything I could have done. Let S help fit it to you, and DON'T WORRY about it not being perfect - it's your first try, and a great first try it is! Smite that perfectionism a bit (I know, pot meet kettle, but try).
Nicole, I think you got all our snow. We really haven't had much yet this season. Are you stuck at home today?
Cereal?
Power~ma for Nicole, definitely!
smonster! Are we still squeeing about FNL? Hell yes!
Okay. Question. I have now watched the first 3 eps, and I LOVE. I cannot watch it too close to bedtime, because the football gets me too hopped up. This is not the question, though. The question is - WTF are "rally girls" and why are they mortal enemies of the cheerleaders?
That's right, I'm not from Texas.