amych, may his furry butt come home soon. Effin' furnace guys.
'Lessons'
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[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.
I have 600 new messages in Natter. Teh hell?
I had the same reaction when I came home earlier, Cass.
Dog-return-home-soon~ma, amych.
Natterbugs are in a rush to get to 50. I did a lot of skipping and skimming.
I had no idea that half all teachers left the field within five years.
Yep. Sadly true.
Oh Amy! I'm sending all my come-home-ma to your pooch. How incredibly stressful!
amych, I hope the idiot furnace guys offered to help you comb the neighborhood. Stupid effers.
fuzzybutt-back-home-quickly-ma.
This, of course, reminds me I need to renew my dogs' licenses in case of accidental gettings-out (highly unlikely, but still).
New class rants for the night:
How does someone respond to a post directly above the box that they are typing in and spell my name wrong?
One classmate just posted something to the professor in a open discussion forum about how she doesn't see the need to keep a reading journal (which is an assignment for this class). It was both rude and badly written.
How does someone respond to a post directly above the box that they are typing in and spell my name wrong?Blind stupidity. Unless they really are blind and then it's understandable. Check for Braille.
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Tired.
Saw P and baby Julia today which was just pure joy and fabulousness. The baby Julia was alert and giddy happy and I got some cuddle time in. Her smile was just ... I kept thinking of JZ talking about Matilda.
Then had some time before an appointment for my alignment so I decided to take my car through the nifty $5 eco-friendly car wash and get an overdue oil change. A check says it's time for a flush of the radiator and that won't tack much time on, so yeah, it's Cass Takes Care of Her Car Week.
But after they drained the coolant? Not so much with the able to put more in. Twenty minutes turned into much with the stress but the guys were great trying to figure out how the hell the my baby got vaporlocked. Which? We never did find out.
But after half an hour on some kind of suction machine (And boggle that I made no inappropriate joke at this point. It was the fear that my car was rendered undrivable by some bogeyman, likely. I am not one to turn down the obvious lame sucking joke.) and enough coolant so that it looked like we'd slaughtered Godzilla, we have achieved a cooling system.
Oh, and I got $10 off. Shiny. Took a couple of hours longer than expected, sure. But people here are nice and they seemed to go with the whole "they busted it, they'll fix it." thing. I like that.
Then I went and got my alignment done.
Now? I would like to not do anything more car related for a while.
Bonus was that, in the midst of worrying that my car was in mortal danger, I got a bunch of correspondence of the paper sort done and cleaned out my car. Even the trunk.
Then more stuff when I got home because some stuff was locked away in the interwebs.
Done now. And watching Winchesters. This and beer and Ima happy girl.
To sum up, there was a plan and then I was eaten by a grue.
Hee. Tonight we talked about the Buffistas he's met. They all (screen names) start with C. Cass, Calli, and Corwood. He's actually hung with Corwood twice; once in his town and once in ours.
And, yeah, as far as humans go, he doesn't suck.
Really doesn't. Next time? Hanging at the Grapevine so there's more time to just idly chat.
Man mixes a mean drink. Ask him for an alien secretion. Ohh. or a suspended animation.