I spent the whole vacation pointing to the flocks and saying, "So cute! So delicious!"
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.
With babies, it's the TOES!
::hides Matilda's toes from JZ::
Why do you think I always put socks on her? Putting temptation as far away as possible.
DJ, when you next see this person, give him a hug and tell him you're glad to know him.
I almost never get to see him unless I'm in his city on business or he's in mine on business. In fact he has a layover in Dallas right about now. Don't think they'll let me leave work to go hug him though.
::Just realizes she may get to see Matilda toes::
Eeeeeeeeeee! San Francisco!!!!!!
DJ, can you squeeze in a visit to the Vivienne Westwood exhibit while you're here? It's walking distance from our apartment.
Any farm can have a bunch of chickens running around. My Mom never got to eat any pork - that was saved for her Dad's breakfast. (From the hog they slaughtered once a year and hung out to smoke).
Keyword = farm. What were the prices like in urban areas?
Happy belated birthday, Cindy! (I didn't get a chance to post yesterday, but all these day-after wishes give you a chance to extend the celebration.)
Poor sick Matilda! Poor sleep-deprived JZ and Hec! Health and sleep ~ma to all of you.
Steph, Group President Asshat is a jackhole of the first order. I'm sorry this is stressing you. I'm also sorry you evidently have cow-orkers with the compassion of a gnat, and I'm sending heart~ma to your father. All my coping~ma is going straight to you.
DJ, that's a very very good friend.
I'm just angry and frustrated with work.
Vortex, we can be angry and frustrated with work together...over drinks at some point. I'm in the middle of a power play right now, and I don't like being a pawn.
eta: I KNEW I forgot something. Sean, you and S are still in my thoughts. Peace to the both of you.
{{{Bitches}}} I'm in line with the shitty Monday.
You know the annoying co-worker that I was glad had given notice? Well, she just told me she got into the program that I'm in at school for next year. Yay.
Keyword = farm. What were the prices like in urban areas?
Dunno, but most of the population was still in the countryside during WWII.
Though frankly, lots of people raised chickens in the city too. Before refrigeration you had to if you wanted fresh eggs.
DJ, can you squeeze in a visit to the Vivienne Westwood exhibit while you're here? It's walking distance from our apartment.
Right now, I think I've only actually made one tentative plan. Everything else is
SFista: You should do this!
DJ: Ok!
So, uhm, yeah I'd love to! I think I'm going to try to hit the Balenciaga that's here at the Meadows this week. Yay fashion!
Also, I don't know if it's too far out or whatever but email me and I'll discuss plans and stuff and give y'all my contact information.