Amyliz, I will if you send me your phone number.
I see your uhhhhhhhhhhh and raise you a gnyeh.
Buffy ,'Potential'
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.
Lee - Feb 13, 2007 5:53:53 am PST #5237 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Laura - Feb 13, 2007 5:53:55 am PST #5238 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Let's hear it for the boy! Well done, Christopher!
Cashmere - Feb 13, 2007 5:57:40 am PST #5239 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
What is it with old, cranky fathers? My father is not a stupid man, but he's dumb in ways I just don't understand
My father is increasingly like this.
AmyLiz, with my brother, he's worse about not doing ANYTHING unless there is a major emergency (that HE can see). It's a weird kind of entropy.
Amy - Feb 13, 2007 5:57:55 am PST #5240 of 10001
Because books.
Nice work, Christopher!
I feel a little better. (Well, I don't, because I'm still nauseous, but I'm not as worried.)
The pilot is lit and burning correctly. And apparently gas is supposed to smell like rotten eggs, which this doesn't. This actually smells more like what I associate with oil heat, kind of dirty and dense. But my FiL had turned on some electronic filtering thing the other day, which hadn't been turned on all winter, and the filters (we discover now) are filthy. So Stephen took them out and turned the thing off. Also? Dead mouse inside the filtering thingie. Yuck. So we're waiting a few minutes to see if the smell recedes.
Sail, your father needs to call my FiL. They can compare how tightly screwed shut their wallets are, and the crazy! ideas of kids.
Lee, I'll hapily send you my phone number but only if you promise to call *me* just to squee about SPN.
Lee - Feb 13, 2007 6:03:10 am PST #5241 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Lee, I'll hapily send you my phone number but only if you promise to call *me* just to squee about SPN.
I can do this! We could have our own Friday morning water cooler talk.
Amy - Feb 13, 2007 6:08:48 am PST #5242 of 10001
Because books.
I can do this! We could have our own Friday morning water cooler talk.
Hee!
sj - Feb 13, 2007 6:32:34 am PST #5243 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{{Cindy, Amy Liz, and Cashmere}}}
Pretty door, Cashmere!
Aims - Feb 13, 2007 6:46:05 am PST #5244 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
{{{{{My poor fellow Bitch-Mommies}}}}}
I think all of our kids are conspiring.
Hey, Jilli? Can you ask Clovis to lay off the Buffista Sprog Control Ray? We need some sleep and reprieve from the sickness and the sleeplessness and general brattiness a lot of the kidlets seem to be displaying.
Just for a bit. At least until the snow in the midwest/east coast clears? We'll send lots of sugary minions!!
Daisy Jane - Feb 13, 2007 6:46:47 am PST #5245 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I will be very bitter if DC gets a snow day tomorrow or Wednesday and I don't because I am in Texas. That would SUCK.
It looks like you might anyway. We're supposed to have snow tomorrow- then back up to 60 for the weekend. Craxy-assed weather.
Poor sick Cindy babies!
Pix - Feb 13, 2007 6:53:21 am PST #5246 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Poor sick kidlets and poor sick-of-dealing-with-it parents.
I want to go home. I feel crummy, and I'm tired as all get out. I also want soup and a pb&j with the crusts cut off. No pony, though--too messy.