What? I'm catching up.

Amy Parker:

Scotch? I like hthat, too. Butf husband is being cute at mej, so I ewill go tfo bed., First I will put the compjuter to bed, after I shake Matt's hand. It's a plaesure to meet youj, sir. beth speaks highly of you.

we were fighting over hthe shift key and I hait my hand on the edge of my laptop, and dh kissed it better adn the kitten is purring. Ccan you hear him? He's really loud. I won't let him help type, though, he doesn't spell very well at all.

g'night, buffistas. I love you.

Morning Natter:

Perkins: All my context is in the other room, waiting for the coffee to be ready.

MechaKrelboyne in Firefly and out of context.

Uh, on further reflection, and consultation with someone who actually knows the days of the week, I offically mean tomorrow.

ita in Natter (who needs context when you have ita)?

if you can make it past eighteen and not notice your mother's glass eye, please don't throw a fit at me.

shrift, in Natter:

The world never accomodates me. I find this vexing. Perhaps I should give myself lead poisoning and attempt to shag a sibling who is lusting after some dude in a skirt named Max. That'd really show the world...

She's on a roll:

shrift: Snow is like fog with dandruff. Inside a very, very large walk-in freezer.

Nilly: And we had another scorcher yesterday.

This is the difference between an Israeli autumn and a real one.

Natter:

Nutty: I have a shopping thing. It is like war, except you come away from it with nice clothes and still with money in your pocket, instead of with PTSD and a plastic leg.

shrift: I ran over a duck this morning.

Teppy: A *live* duck?

shrift: Not anymore.

Aimee: Who books plane tickets before having somewhere to stay?!

Cindy: Manipulative users.

Cashmere: and possibly demons.