sj, you misspelled helpful, but no one will notice stuff like that, if you're wearing cute shoes.
Oh! I know this one! 'Slaying entails certain sacrifices, blah blah blahbity blah, I'm so stuffy, gimme a scone.'
Buffy ,'Help'
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.
Topic!Cindy - Feb 22, 2007 2:24:37 pm PST #6993 of 10001
What is even happening?
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Feb 22, 2007 2:55:42 pm PST #6994 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
Miracleman wrote:
Curse my fatal predictability!!
It's one of the reasons that Clovis enjoys meddling in all your world-domination plans, MM. They're like a really easy warm-up for the real thing.
billytea - Feb 22, 2007 3:22:54 pm PST #6995 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Red Shoes, because both Tom Waits and Elvis Costello have written songs about red shoes.
And Kate Bush! She did a whole album!
javachik - Feb 22, 2007 3:30:02 pm PST #6996 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Skimming like mad to say:
I'm considering another North Beach Spa weekend for late May. Probably should mention to Joe.
YOWZA. YAY.
And also? I'd love to meet Miss Daisy Jane. I could even scrounge up a Saints tee to wear.
Cashmere - Feb 22, 2007 3:56:02 pm PST #6997 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Dear Owen,
Ya little bugger. I don't know how you did it - secret messages or what have you - but Emeline spent most of the morning (after ripping off her Pull-Up) running from and Joe screaming, "NAKED! NAKED! NAKED! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Please to not encourage, ya goofy lil boy!
Love,
Aims
Dear Aims,
Check your inbox. Mwahahaha.
Love,
Owen
Curse my fatal predictability!!
Oh, I'd be able to find DH, too. Craps table at the Imperial Palace. I'll bet I could track him down in less than 15 minutes. Even without the transmitter I've planted in his head.
Laura, I'm sorry that plan didn't work out. It was such a good idea!
Anne W. - Feb 22, 2007 4:04:30 pm PST #6998 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Okay. Cat hasn't used his box since this morning, and I'm starting to worry. Of course, it might be normal for him to only go once during a day, but I'm still nervous.
Laura - Feb 22, 2007 4:39:23 pm PST #6999 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Home again. I took a rain check on the dockside dinner. We went to my favorite beach joint, Boston's. I had 2 Boston Stranglers, a most potent tasty beverage. Yummy lobster bisque and a Bay Cobb Salad with lots of chunky crab. Then went to book group where my girl friends sang to me. Good time. I was the only one that hated the writing style of the actual book. It made for good discussion.
Thanks for the happy birthday greetings. It was a lovely day. Off to unwind with some previously recorded tv.
Stamina~ma to Drew at this time. Long day. I am sure he is doing great and that the Buffista vibes are helping keep him energized.
Ginger - Feb 22, 2007 4:41:50 pm PST #7000 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Happy birthday, Laura!
Anne W. - Feb 22, 2007 4:45:23 pm PST #7001 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Happy birthday, Laura!
sj - Feb 22, 2007 4:48:02 pm PST #7002 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I am glad you had a lovely birthday, Laura. You certainly deserve it.