Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
[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.
That's a shitty way to find out, Cass.
Emmett's been running a fever today so he can't play with the baby. This has lead to a series of plaintive comments:
"It SUCKS that I can't hold her."
"She's taunting me with her cuteness!"
"Tell her I'd kiss her if I could."
She's taunting me with her cuteness!
I thought that was the rule of babies
I thought that was the rule of babies
He's ten; he doesn't know the rules.
He's learning.
Matt's phone rang. I was hoping it was someone that could bring chocolate. sadly the person he is talking to is in CT not down the street. sad now.
Taunty Matilda! I love it.
Guys and Dolls just started.
"Tell her I'd kiss her if I could."
This broke me!
Hi, Bitches! How was your Saturday? What am I still doing up???
the worse part about life being random , is sometimes it sucksIt does. And I am actually generally in favor of life being random. It's just that this random hurts. I suppose random is like that.
That's a shitty way to find out, Cass.It is. And thank you. But maybe at least it is good to know. If this is how my smom gets to know, that is good though, right? And it is a testament to her that she is being honored for her work in the community. That is nice.
Damn, I guess I am going to cry.
{{Cass}} I'm sorry for the loss of this lovely woman.
Taunty Matilda!
Ah, there will be plenty of taunting in her future. Poor Emmett.
Did a lot of chores today. Place looks worse than ever. I did get a chunk of Bobby's room done. And DH just mentioned his brother was coming tomorrow at 1. I don't think he'll notice the condition of the house. I'm counting on it.
now I want a chocolate sandwich- a panni filled with a lovely piece of very good, hot, melted chocolate. If DH doesn't get off the phone , I may have to settle for Rum. which is not the same thing at all.
Cass, one of my favorite Millay poems:
Dirge Without Music
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,--but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love, --
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave,
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay