thanks... I am just desperately hoping I'll get myself so tired I can crawl into bed without freaking about the discomfort.
I don't know why it's hard for me to even consider going out after we've gone to bed. It just seems wrong somehow!
Handsome brooding vampire guy has to swoop in all sensitive mouth and overhanging forehead. How 'bout leaving some scraps for the homely-looking fellows who don't turn evil when they get some?
Doyle ,'Life of the Party'
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.
Nora Deirdre - Feb 27, 2007 7:20:53 pm PST #7780 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Sean K - Feb 27, 2007 7:29:03 pm PST #7781 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
All those eating moldy rice in a tube shall love you and despair, Sean. Also? Go you, man! Scampi is yum.
It was deelish.
I coarsely chopped about 9 cloves of garlic, sliced up three scallions, and chopped up maybe three tablespoons worth of fresh flat leaf parsley. I also finely chopped up a large tomato and juiced three lemons.
After starting the linguini cooking, I melted some butter in a pan and began sauteing (sp?) the garlic, scallions and parsley. Once the garlic was brown, I threw in the lemon juice and tomato, and turned up the heat just a bit.
When the liquid was boiling, I threw in the shrimp (about a half pound of uncooked, cleaned, tail-off shrimp, rinsed and dried).
I let the shrimp cook for about three minutes or so, basically until they were pink on both sides (S said I may have cooked them, like, thirty seconds too long), then threw in some chopped fresh basil and fresh ground black pepper.
I served the shrimp and sauce over the linguini, and served it with steamed asparagus drizzled with lemon juice and sprinkled with fresh ground black pepper.
Daisy Jane - Feb 27, 2007 7:29:45 pm PST #7782 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Here's a little more, and stuff you may have around
- ice pack for 5 to 10 minutes
- Asprin or other pain reliever
At least might give you enough comfort to get to sleep. I feel for ya. Mr. Jane once bought a detergent that did. not. agree.
Lee - Feb 27, 2007 7:34:50 pm PST #7783 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Lee, you are shameless in the tat thing. I like that about you.
Nuh uh! I have shame! It's right over there, in my other purse.
juliana - Feb 27, 2007 8:15:29 pm PST #7784 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
It's right over there, in my other purse.
With the pot?
Lee - Feb 27, 2007 8:17:52 pm PST #7785 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
hush, dorkhead.
SuziQ - Feb 27, 2007 8:18:28 pm PST #7786 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Dork, impulse buyer. Have you taken the shirt for alterations yet?
juliana - Feb 27, 2007 8:25:08 pm PST #7787 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
I hate you both.
And no.
Aims - Feb 27, 2007 8:25:42 pm PST #7788 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I hate you both.
Course you hate them.
CAUSE YOU LOVE ME.
Lee - Feb 27, 2007 8:25:59 pm PST #7789 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I hate you both.
Liar liar pants on fire.