'Shindig'
[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.
Felicitations on the Anniversary of Your Natal Day, Anne! Cake to you, with candles and wishes come true, and a fabulous year ahead!
Good first day, beth. You'll do great.
Woohoo Nora, on the pants! Nora and the Downsizing Pants! It could be a new book and movie deal.
No really, it could! Inspirational and all.
I've got a number grammar question; my brothers and I are having a debate.
How do people say $1,250.72 in words? Where does the "and" go?
One thousand, two hundred and fifty two dollars and seventy two cents.
I use 2 "and"s
One thousand, two hundred and fifty two dollars and seventy two cents.
I am Nora. (YAY smaller PANTS for me!!!)
One thousand, two hundred fifty dollars and seventy-two cents.
A looooong time ago, some math teacher I had said that when you say "and" it means there's a decimal point there.
I have no idea if that is true, or if it's one of those little factoid thingies I hold onto for way too long that isn't all that true. Like my mom telling me that if you are in a high rise and a window breaks, you get sucked out from the release of the pressure.
One thousand, two hundred fifty dollars and seventy-two cents.
This is how I would write (and say) it.
Cramps have me exhausted and yet, unable to sleep. How is that fair?
Did you send them to me? I woke up at 6:30AM with the worst cramps I’ve had since my surgery. Old School "FUCK, this shit hurts" cramps. Not only that, there was (and still is) a sharp pain in my lower left abdominal area, where I believe my ovary is located. OW. I have taken Aleve, and am thinking about calling the doctor.
PANTS PANTS REVOLUTION!!
But NO GAUCHOS t /Edna
I am Aimee, both with the saying and potentially faulty logic.
eta - But NOT the gouchos.
A looooong time ago, some math teacher I had said that when you say "and" it means there's a decimal point there.
See, this is what I thought. But, my middle brother says no.
Yay, Nora, on the smaller pants!
Someone gag me.
Despite my (ahem) inclinations, the way I read this gave me an image of someone making you barf.
Dunno what that says about my subconscious.
One thousand, two hundred fifty dollars and seventy-two cents.
This.