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.
I'm just, uh, just feeling kinda... truthsome right now. And, uh... life's just too damn short for ifs and maybes.
Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'
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 6:03:10 am PST #5241 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
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.
Steph L. - Feb 13, 2007 6:58:57 am PST #5247 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
What if the pony can make you the pb&j? *That's* an equine worth having!
Miracleman - Feb 13, 2007 6:59:46 am PST #5248 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Oh, pshaw with the kids. It's not so bad.
Hell, I'm coming to enjoy being viciously head-butted and kicked in the kidneys in the middle of the night. It's sort of refreshing, like...
...
...oh my god. I've developed Stockholm Syndrome with my child.
Amy - Feb 13, 2007 7:02:58 am PST #5249 of 10001
Because books.
I've developed Stockholm Syndrome with my child.
I think children are the ones who invented it.
P.M. Marc - Feb 13, 2007 7:04:48 am PST #5250 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
...oh my god. I've developed Stockholm Syndrome with my child.
Yeah. I think that's in the fine print when you sign up for the job.
Gronk.
Video iPod + SPN = Better Commute.
I'm not sure how I lived without the thing.