All your ND are belong to me!
Well, all your ND *did* belong to me, earlier. He called after wrapping up at the theatre, and I fetched him (with The Boy in tow) and we went to (of course) Skyline.
I love when Buffistas come to me!
Jayne, you'll scare the women.
Zoe ,'Bushwhacked'
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.
Steph L. - Nov 10, 2006 5:41:38 pm PST #918 of 10004
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
NoiseDesign - Nov 10, 2006 5:44:07 pm PST #919 of 10004
Our wings are not tired
Skyline was yummy. I had a five way and two cheese coneys.
Yes, I am a pig.
Oink. Oink.
Cashmere - Nov 10, 2006 5:47:46 pm PST #920 of 10004
Now tagless for your comfort.
Now I'm hungry for Skyline.
Lee - Nov 10, 2006 5:59:19 pm PST #921 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Me too.
P.M. Marc - Nov 10, 2006 6:09:27 pm PST #922 of 10004
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Breastfeeding woes: Matilda was last fully fed at 3:50. She had a stubbornly non-eaty period (eyes scrunched tight shut, mouth pursed up like a kitty butt, actually turning her nose up at the nipple with little snooty "Take that filthy thing away from me!" grunts) between breasts, then, just as I had given up, went hog-wild and sharked out on the second breast until 4:30, following which she fussed until 5:45, at which point I changed her, cuddled her, and gave her an extra ounce of expressed breast milk, which she wolfed down as though we'd been locking her in a cupboard starving her for days. She drowsed happily after that for exactly twelve minutes, and has been yelping (and bit by bit blurping up the entire extra ounce) ever since. She's due for another feeding in a few minutes.
Sounds like you've hit the 6 week spurt, right on schedule. (For which I give you snuggles and love and the magic words, "This too shall pass.")
Cass - Nov 10, 2006 6:22:50 pm PST #923 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.
Now I'm hungry for Skyline.So am I. I've never even had Skyline and I want some now.
Karl - Nov 10, 2006 8:38:51 pm PST #924 of 10004
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.
On the upside, I saw Karl T. on the train on the way back home from dropping off the soon-to-be-alarmingly-expensive car, and got hugs and hairpats and vibes and ~ma in person, all of which Karl is very very good at.
This makes me very, very happy. I'm pleased beyond reason to have helped.
Connie Neil - Nov 10, 2006 8:40:13 pm PST #925 of 10004
brillig
I have a cold. Hopefully I brought it back from Wyoming and I didn't take it with me to infect the Wyomingites with Utahn germs. I picture myself infecting unsuspecting people all along the I-80 corridor.
erikaj - Nov 10, 2006 9:01:42 pm PST #926 of 10004
Always Anti-fascist!
You have a gift, Karl. My gift is more like Buffy's: Death is my gift. Or at least describing it...
Lee - Nov 11, 2006 5:24:55 am PST #927 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Why is it rainy and gross? I want it not to be.