'Bushwhacked'
[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.
DUDE, ask me, Lee, or SA about the addictive quality of SN.
Seriously, we all have experience the thing where you start watching, and it'll just be ONE episode, and four episodes later, you're finally crawling off to bed, muttering something about Danny and speaking Sorkinese.
OR ME!!
"I hate to correct you on your own show Casey, but there are actually 52 states including Alaska and Rhode Island."
DUDE, ask me, Lee, or SA about the addictive quality of SN.
Pick Me! (since I just got to the end of the thread).
So very very married, and hot and smart and snarky and stuff.
Once you are done with the show, read shrift's fic.
THE NAWTY WORM HAS BEEN FOUND.
It is NOT a nawty worm. What is wrong with you people?!
Are we sure Helsinki's in Finland?
ita, this is feeling really circular. I think we read Hec's posts differently, have different definitions of selfish (because I never would have used selfish in this conversation in the first place) probably are putting different weights to 'decent' and I don't know what else. These things are all fine. There is no more meat left on the bone.
and speaking Sorkinese."We know what today was. We just didn't know what Thursday was."
Once you are done with the show, read shrift's fic.I'm three episodes in. I suspect I will watch all of the two disks I have tonight. How soon can I read the fic????????
Yeah, I'm doomed. It's a good doom though.
I suspect I will watch all of the two disks I have tonight. How soon can I read the fic????????
Depends on which fic, but I would wait to see more of it.
Do you need someone to send you the others, or are you netflixing them?
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And in other, slightly gross, parenting news:
We're trying to get Aidan to not be terrified of the toilet, so, after changing him tonight, I held out the diaper and said, "This is your poopie."
He squealed a little and shied away.
"It came out of your butt."
He snuck up on the diaper, tilted his head and looked at for a minute. "Sorry," he said.
"Let's go flush it down the toilet where it belongs."
Then I had to drag him into the bathroom, kicking and screaming, to watch it die its watery death. He got interested when I didn't force him to actually sit on the toilet, though, and was quite willing to help me pull the lever. So, as long as we don't have a "ducky go down the hole" incident, I think we're a little bit ahead of where we were.
I loved the "sorry," though. Between that, him saying, "these are my mittens" in the car today (personal pronoun and complete sentence ahoy!) AND seeing a boy from his class outside of school and not running away or slapping him, but instead, grinning hugely and petting him, I feel like we've hit the trifecta of awesome with that boy.
Oh, and to add a Kara story for balance:
"Mom, you know my bear bank (see through plastic in a bear shape)? It's Pooh. I know it's pooh because it looks like pooh, smells like pooh, and tastes like pooh."
And she couldn't understand why I started laughing and couldn't stop.
Deena's kids are of the awesome. I grin like a maniac when I read the stories.
"Sorry," he said.
Awwww.