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The Crying of Natter 49  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Cashmere - Jan 04, 2007 6:56:34 pm PST #176 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Kat, at some point, we're just going to tell our kids that we can only afford one college tuition and they're going to have to fight it out in a cage match.

Two kids enter, one college student leaves.


Kat - Jan 04, 2007 7:00:11 pm PST #177 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

hhmmm.... well, I could encourage one to be a welder/ballet dancer in the Flashdance tradition instead of college.

Or a cage match is a perfectly workable solution.

Maybe it should be a sponsor my child's day care drive instead. Because the day care I like is over $1200 per kid per month.


Nicole - Jan 04, 2007 7:25:07 pm PST #178 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!

the day care I like is over $1200 per kid per month

Holy shit! I think I'll stick with pets. Yeesh.

Sorry, Suzi! I promise I wasn't ignoring you. I posted and then got sucked into a large black hole - also known as my year-end assessment. I hate these things. I hate having to try to remember what the hell I've accomplished throughout the year *and* figure out how to word it so that Teh Bosses believe I'm worth what they pay me. Blech.

99% of the time I prefer living alone. The other one percent is made up of toilet paper fetching, heimliching oneself on the chair and falling in the bathtub in a freak accident.

This. And also on those rare occasions when I'm sick and whiny and I can't sleep and it's two in the morning and I just want someone to pat my head. Except, I'm also quite cranky when I'm sick, so it might be for the best that I live alone.


aurelia - Jan 04, 2007 7:33:11 pm PST #179 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

I'm still trying to find Indian food. There are a couple of places I could go, but am too tired to walk there.

Devon. You won't want to walk there, but that's the street with the best options. Now I want Indian food, too. Let me know if you want company.

Minion is working on his story in case it never comes up. He's debating between "taken by the KGB" and "sent to Guantanamo". I told him to tell them all that I've been Raptured.

Spontaneous human combustion.

I should do a name-a-Twin-and-pay-its-college tuition contest.

You'll end up with kids named Cingular Wireless and Ford F-150.


Burrell - Jan 04, 2007 7:33:40 pm PST #180 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

College! The DH's current plan is, if I'm still teaching college, the kids go where I'm teaching so we get a break on tuition.

Maybe it should be a sponsor my child's day care drive instead. Because the day care I like is over $1200 per kid per month.

Daycare kills the paycheck, doesn't it?


Kat - Jan 04, 2007 7:38:00 pm PST #181 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

You'll end up with kids named Cingular Wireless and Ford F-150.

Well Cingular Wireless's nickname could be Cin (if girl) or Ira.

Ford is a perfectly acceptable boys name.

I'd worry more about 3Com or Qualcomm.


aurelia - Jan 04, 2007 7:46:19 pm PST #182 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

ita, Happy Birthday!

I'd worry more about 3Com or Qualcomm.

Q could work. I got nothing for 3Com though.


Burrell - Jan 04, 2007 7:55:05 pm PST #183 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Kat, you cracking me up.


Liese S. - Jan 04, 2007 8:01:09 pm PST #184 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

It'd be okay. The problem would come when you had to keep changing the kid's name every other month when a new version of the product came out.


Scrappy - Jan 04, 2007 8:11:25 pm PST #185 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

So, back from my Most Excellent Evening. Guess what I was doing--skating with a Buffista. Wiach Buffista, you may ask? I won't tell her name, but she defines AWESOME.

Let the jealousy begin.